Vignette

As I was on my way up from the stand, running late trying to bring Jon some mint to put into the fruit salad for the BBH 15th anniversary celebration, I had to stop to see what had happened on Route 7.  I had not heard the crash moments before because I was on the loader, but two cars had collided and got hooked together and somehow one dragged the other until they got separated. One car was quite bashed up in the back, and it was on top of the median strip.  Immediately the traffic stopped in both directions and people started to get out of their vehicles to help.  From their reactions, it didn't look like anything horrible had happened to the people in the car.  I saw two different women grab a red emergency bag out of the trunks of their cars, and hustle to the scene, pulling gloves on. I felt tears coming to my eyes, watching people figuring out what to do while everyone waited for the fire trucks.  Mostly they were signalling a tentative thumbs up to people who were watching from afar.  I had to leave before the firemen got the passengers out of the car (no one had emerged at all) so I don't know what happened in the end. 

I had to get to the Common House for the big anniversary dinner, produced by a team of neighbors who know how to make a party.  My role was to be one of the storytellers who told our origin story, in 10 minutes.

(I have decided that I will write whenever I have a moment, instead of waiting for a whole thematic story to form in my mind.  Attempting to write real postcards instead of essays sometimes.)