Turn our skinnies goosie;
Cause our noses to go all loosey;
But, oh, they lift our spirits high!
I see this morning that yesterday’s health tax ballot here in Oregon passed handily.
I don’t know if the yea voters did so in a fit of largesse at the public trough. Or if they poked the Yes key (is there such a thing?) out of consistency with their well-practiced personal pocketbook expressions of compassion for the needy.
Whatever the motivator, they approved a pile of new tax dollars for hospitals: Read it all
The car sped past our place, headed for Hubbard, Oregon, about two miles to the west. Despite its apparent high speed, the car didn’t get even a tenth of a mile closer to town than our house sits.
We heard the thump.
None of the power poles were hit! The skid marks are unrelated. Notice the dips in the road. I wonder if the car’s apparently high speed and relatively light weight caused it to “float” enough when it got into those dips that the driver didn’t retain full control for a scant second or two…
The car ended up a good distance beyond the SUV, I was told.
The second ambulance, ready to transport the male driver of the SUV.
This happened on Whiskey Hill Road five minutes or less before two this afternoon. The speeding car was a Jaguar driven by a very young fellow. The vehicle he somehow managed to hit was a newer SUV of the smaller sort with an older couple (perhaps around the age of the couple that lives in this house) in it.
The couple were trapped in their smoking SUV. Their extraction required Jaws of Life. They were eventually transported away via ambulances.
The young fellow got out of the very ruined car and seemed to be physically fine, but devastated. A report I received from the scene said the only part of the Jag that wasn’t ruined was the area where he was sitting! (I tend to suspect that is overstated at least somewhat.)
I thank God for their survival! And I’m thankful all over again for police and other first responders. God bless and keep them all!
Oh, and my apologies for the inferior quality of the photos. I was quite a ways away and couldn’t hold the camera steady enough on zoom. (I was directing westbound traffic to turn around in the parking lot of Hopewell Mennonite Church.)
Now it’s 9:08 pm and I’ve corrected some of the info above. The young fellow rolled the car several times…but I don’t know if he rolled prior to or as a result of the impact with the SUV which was coming toward him (ie, eastbound). As it sits in the photos, it’s aimed west… So my theorizing above might not be all that off.
The damage to the SUV is of that typically sustained in a head-on collision. Not so with the car. Did the car spin out due to insufficient traction for the speed, weight, and dips…and was broadsided into a roll? I don’t know.
And updated a little more at 9:28. Now I’m done. There are other details I know, but that’s enough for here.
I had to revise this somewhat again at 7:30 am on Thursday, November 2…
We’ve been in the path of totality for several days now, here near Hubbard, Oregon. Read it all
I salute the Paul Smucker family for opening up their house — fridge, pantry, bathrooms — to passers-by of The Great Exodus after yesterday’s total eclipse.
“What I really need is a bathroom,” one woman confessed. So we made a new sign. “Restrooms Available!” And soon had a long line stretching all the way out our back hallway. Matt sat in the living room and directed people to our upstairs bathroom, while Mom showed people where the downstairs bathroom was as she mixed up batches of lemonade. Soon we had groups of people in our driveway chattering in Chinese, as children swung on our ancient tire swing.
Did you know Mennonites (or other Christians) were that hospitable? I’m certainly not! Oh, I would have enjoyed handing out free drinks and nibbles. But opening my house for an invasion of strangers to use the bathrooms, upstairs and down?! I. Don’t. Think. So.
I’ve got so much to learn and live yet…
But back to the story:
But still we gave them drinks and they used our bathrooms. Mom made tea until she ran out of ice, then lemonade until she ran out of lemonade powder, and finally we just handed out water and whatever odd grocery depot macaroons and brownie bites we could find.
I felt like Jacob who just happened to have some stew, and here were these desperate Esaus who were willing to give up their entire birthright for a cup of lemonade and a chance to use the bathroom. “Why are you so nice?” They asked, pressing money into our hands even though we insisted it was free.
Look, I know these people (to a certain extent). I vouch for their humanity (because that condition is a safe thing to vouch for). So don’t go thinking that I’m pedestalizing them. But I make no bones about hoisting them on high here as uneclipsed examples of loving their neighbors (perhaps even some on the road to Jericho).
With these thoughts in mind, I urge you to read the rest of Emily Smucker’s The Strangest Day of my Life. Like I said in my comment there:
Such pleasant Sonshine after the eclipse!