This is sad, sad news. A brilliant, mind-expanding writer and, the couple of times I met him, a person who seemed interested in and delighted by all the people around him. Greg Bear will be missed. https://twitter.com/scottedelman/status/1594066885473177601…
Anyway, now that I’ve reached my destination today and have a tall beer in front of me, that’s where my retroactive panic about this morning’s near-miss has taken me. Looking forward to the dreams tonight.
It took me over three hours to get home from the airport, but I was glad to get home at all. I called in sick to work and stayed in bed with a cold all the rest of the day.
I don’t know how badly the person in the back of the ambulance was hurt. I was pretty dazed, and I’d been standing out in the weather for an hour and a half already. At the hospital, I quietly exited the ambulance, headed around to the front entrance, and somehow flagged a cab.
Back up in the orange light on the shoulder, the police — there were more by now, ambulances too — had no good suggestions as to how I could get away from the scene. I wasn’t hurt, but finally an EMT told me I could ride up front to the hospital if I kept my mouth shut about it.
I don’t know how cold it was that night, but I wasn’t dressed for it. Ice crystals swirled through the cones cast by the street lights. I remember trying to walk down the long weedy slope from the shoulder to find another way home, only to be stymied by a high chain-link fence.
“Sir! Get away from there!” they screamed across the roadway. “Someone’s gonna come around that curve and you’re gonna get creamed!” With a lot of surly cajoling, they got him to safety. Not two minutes later, sure enough, a pickup truck slammed into his cab.
Other people were abandoning their cars. A couple of cops showed up soon after, but there wasn’t a lot they could do to stem the chaos. I remember them yelling from the shoulder to my elderly cab driver, who was standing beside the open door of his cab looking dazed and lost.
Somehow I got back to my feet and slide-walked awkwardly across two lanes of traffic to the shoulder. I climbed over the crash barrier and from the relative safety of that vantage watched another car come around the curve, spin out, and join the demolition derby.
When we finally stopped moving, I looked around to see if more cars were coming. The road behind us was clear for the moment, so I opened the rear door. The instant I stood up, my legs went out from under me and I fell flat on my ass. The roadway was like a skating rink.
As it was, my cab spun out on a curve, and so did a few other cars. We rotated in a slow, stately fashion, and I had plenty of time to watch another vehicle orbit in to crash into our rear fender. That sent us spinning in another direction. We might have hit another car too.
The near-miss gave me serious flashbacks to a slow-motion pileup I was in 23 or so years ago in an ice storm on the BQE home from Laguardia in the wee morning hours. Conditions were so treacherous, the sparse traffic was only going about 20 mph, or it would have been much worse.
Somehow he turned into the skid and got us straightened out. I have no idea what happened to the other car behind us. I didn’t look back. It was already a white-knuckle ride, but we still had 17 miles to go and I nearly put a hole through the armrest, I gripped it so hard.
On my way to the airport this morning, on a feeder road to I-70, blowing snow and icy conditions, 12°F, a car coming in from an onramp lost control and slewed sideways into the lane in front of us. My
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