winter trees
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Yesterday in the early morning a woman was killed crossing Henry Street just below Montague. She was hit by a truck owned by a private garbage hauler. Those trucks go flying around the local streets here usually between 5 and 7 in the morning. It is frightening how fast they drive; they often run red lights as well, so in a way it is no surprise that someone was killed by one of them. The woman was someone I knew, both because she worked at Brooklyn Law School and also because she lived in the neighborhood and I saw her from time to time when I walk Mabel. She was a friendly, nice person, and she always smiled when she saw Mabel. Imagine: you wake up, get ready for the day, and go walking off to work and then suddenly you are dead.
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I was deeply affected by this post. I read it late last night (around 3am) and ruminated over its message during my bath, and the twilight of falling asleep. I wanted to respond straight away - but really didn't know what to say. I also wanted to respond first thing this morning - but after only 3 hours sleep, and a journey to work still to negotiate - I thought I was perhaps tempting fate.
But here I am now, and all I can offer is agreement that the line between life and death is indeed precarious - and sometimes a little too like a tripwire, which in this instance that poor woman stepped on.
Wow, that's scary. I can't tell you how many times I've been almost hit when walking through the neighborhood. And why are so many of the drivers that nearly hit me holding cell phones to their ears? Isn't that illegal in NYS without a headset?
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