The boy next door saw that we were home and came over to chat with Mike while I was out doing the grocery shopping. Apparently it was late afternoon on June 11, when a large purple van went off the road. The driver was not hurt. At least he was standing and talking to the trooper. That's all we know.
I had been concerned mostly because it was graduation time--thinking about kids out celebrating and driving--so I was glad to hear that was not the case.
The damage is minor on our property. There is a strip of town land between our property and our neighbors that is a ditch and a berm that gets covered with grape vines, sumac trees, and other weedy things. Every once in a while, it gets plowed through like this and it gives us a chance to tidy it up a bit.
By the way, this spot is not on a curve at all. The driver was going north, which means he would have crossed the oncoming lane. I guess I don't even want to speculate. Again, I'm glad no one was injured or killed.
Don't think I am a compassionate soul. One of those flowered crosses with a pile of stuffed animals as tribute would have pushed me over the edge.