We saw it Saturday as we were going to Farmer Joe’s for some eats. Hard to imagine how the driver got up enough speed at that tight spot between two lights a block apart on Fruitvale to flip himself like a dolphin at Sea World.
That’s a beer keg to the left of the wreck. Hmmmm. Everyone goes “hmmmm” because of the secret meaning of beer kegs and wrecks. This keg was untapped. More hmmmm.
I told one of the butcher’s at the grocery store, “Look here, I’m not one to ogle at wrecks, but you have to see it.” The butcher went out for a look, and when I stopped by the meat counter for some chicken she asked me, “Do you know the story?” I shook my head. “Tomorrow’s their wedding day. The groom and his groomsmen were in one car, and the bride and her bridesmaids where in another car. They smashed into each other.” The butcher and I looked at each other with screwed up faces. She pulled my meat from under the counter and weighed it. “I told them no way should they get married,” the butcher said. I nodded my head. Though her assessment was hard, I concurred with it. I took my chicken breasts and went off in search of some Pop chips.