In my accident, I only ever found one half of my glasses. The other half was obliterated when the hood of the car came back to shave off the left side of the head of the guy to my right.
To this day, I’m glad the photos were in B&W.
My dad was dead, my mom was in WY and my son, thankfully was with her. Otherwise, he would have been killed, I am sure. I never went anywhere without him.
Long story, that. Maybe some day....
Any idea what the cause was yet?
Or is he not really saying yet?
I recall looking out the windshield at the idiot running the red arrow and thinking, “You’ve got to be **ing kidding me. Are you serious?” *GRooomph SMASH!* “My wife is gonna kill me.”