My friend EKM pointed out on his blog today the somewhat freaky coincidence between this morning’s happenings and Garrison Keillor’s poetry select for today’s Writer’s Almanac.
Some of you have already heard, but this morning I was one of three eye-witnesses to a tragic accident on my way to work. I’ll spare you the details, but the long and the short of is is that a teenager (who had the right-of-way), while crossing University, was run over by a semi truck, which was making a right-turn on red. The boy died on the scene. Please keep his family in your prayers. I can’t imagine what it would be like to receive the news they had to receive today. WCCO-TV picked up the story.
Meghan, Bjorn, and I returned last night from spending the weekend at the parent’s place in Spicer. Normally the extended Anderson family gets together for a Christmas celebration on Christmas Eve, but this year, we moved the date forward a few weeks so that my grandparents could get to Texas a few weeks earlier. We had a delightful time, and it was great to introduce Bjorn to a few more of his relatives (it was nice to have a few more eager hands to take care of him, too).
A few pictures are up here.
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