So I took the kids out of the house to wait for Hubby to come home. We decided to walk out of our little cul-de-sac and happened upon an accident. After running home to call Hubby to let him know there was no way he'd be able to get home (the accident was covering the entire side of the street he'd need to come home), I also took some pictures after the paramedics and police arrived. In the first picture on the right hand side you can see the white truck that's turned on its side. Far away in the middle by the two firefighters is the other car, a black sedan. There was a man on the ground next to the car. The blare of helicopters has continued. (Before we ventured out of our little cul-de-sac we were wondering about the hovering helicopter.)Hubby eventually had to park on a numbered street (the entire intersection was taped off, as were some of the others turning into the major street) and walk home. Of course, as he got close he was stopped over and over and had to explain that he was just trying to get home. And I suppose that was more exciting than watching the trash truck today (which is typically as exciting as a Tuesday gets around here).
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