Nothing clever for this one

I was going to post a glib little thing about my adventures in cleaning the grout this morning (used *way* too much cleaner and ended up mopping the floor four times trying to get the soap up but the floor and grout now look fabulous).

Then, I came across this article and it didn't seem quite so necessary. Paul and I came upon this wreck on our way home from dinner on Friday night. Paul was in his own car and took a different route home, turning off of Tramway onto Spain and away from the wreck. I went up Spain and sat by this wreck for several minutes waiting for the light to change. Police and rescue hadn't yet arrived but NMDOT pickup was there with lights on and several cars had also stopped. People were out of the cars and sitting on the curb but I couldn't tell who belonged to which car. When I saw the Mustang (I didn't realize it was a Mustang until I heard the news report), I immediately said a little prayer for the people in the car. It was wrapped around the light pole and there was very little left of the car. I later told Donna that I wasn't so sure I hadn't seen a fatality. Police and rescue arrived on the scene just as my light changed. We heard the sirens from the house for an hour or so. I saw flowers and candles at the light pole this afternoon and wondered if the boy had died. I'm sorry to hear that he did and my heart breaks for his friends and family.

This wreck most likely could have been avoided if either car had stopped (or at least yielded) at the yellow light. In the seven years we've lived in our house, it's crazy how many times we've seen people blow through yellow and red lights at this intersection. I've seen at least three wrecks and dozens of after-wrecks (broken glass, fluids, etc.) at that intersection. Paul and I joke that it's "two minutes of our life we'll never get back" every time we don't make the light or are the first car at the light. But I'm even more thankful for those two minutes now.