This afternoon, Mitch and I were working quietly in our offices when we heard a horrible noise outside. A 73-year old man passed out behind the wheel of his car, flew down Lone Pine and crashed into our fence, which is a substantial brick, rock and mortar structure. His car flipped and he was trapped in the vehicle. I thought I'd post a few shots of today's mess.
It took the fire department nearly 20 minutes to cut the top off the car and remove the man from the wreckage. He was talking a little when they loaded him into the ambulance. I don't know how he fared.
That's our house behind the rubble.
The neighbors have been stopping by all evening to look at the damage. Tomorrow, bright and early, the insurance adjuster will be here and so will the stone masons. I wonder how long it will take to replace this? Hmm...











