We were driving home from the NCAA Basketball tournament at nearly one in the morning and a deer crosses the road in front of us. I had been going about 70 (in a 55) and I slow way down to make sure the deer doesn’t have any friends following him.
I sped back up and I noticed a car pulled over to the side with its lights on. I slowed down as I got close and realized it was a state trooper. I was glad the deer made me slow down.
I moved my car out of the garage to get some chairs from behind my car. I put these chairs into our other car and I turned to see my car rolling down the driveway. I can’t say why I didn’t set the emergency brake, but I didn’t.
The first thing I tried to do was open the door and get in. The car was already going too fast. I got the door open, but I was thrown through the bushes and to the ground. My car rolled out of the driveway and into the street. It rolled across the street and into the opposite driveway as I jumped up from the dirt to try to stop it.
All I could do was get behind it and try to stop the car. Even though my Saturn is largely plastic, it is still heavy. My first attempt didn’t really slow it down. In one instance the following scenarios flashed through my head: the car running over me, the car crashing into the neighbor’s house, the car pinning me against the neighbor’s house, telling the house’s occupant’s mother (an old woman who speaks only Chinese and stays home with her toddler grandson) that my car just hit the house.
My second attempt to stop the car worked. I hopped in the car, turned it on and pulled it back up into the garage. I carefully set the emergency brake and got out. My heart was pounding, my knee hurt and I had a bruise on my chest. I had to take several breaths before I could continue getting ready for the NCAA tournament in Greensboro.
Peter and Grace’s school is currently conducting a Read-a-Thon as a PTA fundraiser. One of the things they encourage is to have community members (and parents) to come to the classrooms and read to the kids. I’ve been to Grace’s class and am going to Peter’s class next week.
A UNC Woman’s Track Team member came to Peter’s class and she asked the class if they knew what event she competed in. Peter raised his hand and said, Shotput. The girl was shocked because he was right. Nobody asked him how he knew, but it turns out this same girl came to Carolina Kids Camp last summer and he remembered her.
This kid in England wanted to make a million dollars before he went to college, so he decided to sell each pixel on his home page for $1 until he sold 1 million of them.
He managed to do it in about 5 months and this is how it grew.
As I am driving down the road, a glint of silver catches my eye. The light reflects in just the right way that it seems as if all of creation is trying to communicate with me.
On further inspection, I realize it is merely a lost hubcap.
I stop to pick it up and discover my first impression may have been right.
Above is my entry in the CHPAC’s Community Art Project
Click to watch this cartoon from the News & Observer. The iPod is classic.
Photo courtesy of Charles Harris
News & Observer:
A UNC-Chapel Hill graduate told investigators he intentionally drove into a crowd of students on campus Friday to “avenge the deaths of Muslims around the world,” UNC Police Chief Derek Poarch said Saturday.
Mohammed Reza Taheri-azar, 22, told detectives to go to the Carrboro apartment he shared with two other men, saying authorities would find evidence there that would explain his decision to hurt students. Poarch declined to say what, if anything, was found, but emphasized that Taheri-azar appears to have acted alone.
I knew I heard an explosion (New & Observer):
Authorities used some sort of explosive to get into Taheri-azar’s apartment in the University Commons complex in Carrboro on Friday. Charred fragments of molding and siding surrounded the doorway Saturday, while debris, including a white plastic kitchen trash can, latex gloves, hinges, glass and pieces of a doorknob littered the landing. The door itself, blackened and warped, leaned backward into the foyer, leaving the inside of the four-bedroom apartment open to view. Neither of Taheri-azar’s two roommates appeared to be home.
And thank goodness the news helicopters are gone.
On Green Roads.
With green knees.
Wall to wall.