I went to bed around 11:00 Wednesday night, which is somewhat early for me. I planned to wake up around 3:15 a.m. so I could make it to an assignment at 4:00 a.m. I wasn't too excited about it, but I don't make the news, I just cover it. (The assignment is to go around with the sheriffs office arresting guys who haven't paid their child support)
Around 12:30 a.m. I get a phone call about a fatal wreck down the bayou. So I crawl out of bed and drive about 40 minutes down to the end of the Earth to find a flipped Ford Explorer. Not cool.
(here's a shot of the SUV after it was flipped back upright and the Volunteer fire fighters were looking for insurance and any other kind of paper work to find out who was in the car.)
Quick Lesson: If you're the passenger in a car, in the dark, late at night, on a two-lane highway, don't reach over and grab the wheel to dodge an animal.
It's almost 4:00 in the morning now, and time for my next assignment.
I'll living off Red Bull and Power Bars the rest of the day.
