Hubby got out his quill pen today and wrote another story. http://home.att.net/~auntpeggy/StoriesWeekendNothingBad.html
There was a crash this morning on Highway 22 near Washington Place. There are two or three every year that I know of. I can hear them from my house about a block away. Usually there is a squeal of tires followed by a dull thud followed by an eerie silence. Usually there is a siren involved. The next hour finds no evidence of the noise makers and life goes on...