Sunday evening I heard a loud noise outside and when I looked out the window I saw what I thought was fireworks. More sparks flying and a closer look told me that someone had just hit a telephone pole one street over from me.
Now don't ask me why, but I went out and headed up there. I don't have any medical training of any kind but I thought I could at least make sure that someone had been called. I think half the neighborhood turned out and we all stood around talking about what we saw or heard. (so little excitement in a small town.)
The driver was along except for a dog. The driver was about mid twenties and it looked like his head hit the windshield. He was up and walking. Someone said that when he got out of the car he started walking and saying he had to go pick up his wife and they told him no you need to sit down. The dog didn't appear to be hurt at all but it was very nervous and not willing to go to anyone. It kept running around barking and try as we might we could not catch it. It ended up running off down the street. Someone did go looking for it and I do hope they found it.
After I walked back home, being a real blogger I went up and took these pictures out my bedroom window.