Loose Leaf Notes

I was sitting on the porch of the North Star Day Program (a facility for people with developmental disabilities) across the street from the house in the photo when we heard the crash. Soon after, a man came running down the sidewalk from a nearby house to offer help, or so we thought. It turned out that the man was the driver. He had fallen out of the truck. The truck then careened down the hill, driving itself, until the house got in its way and stopped it. It helps to know that it was a bread truck, open on the driver’s side the way UPS trucks often are. But even knowing that, it’s hard to grasp how someone could fall out. No one was hurt, but everyone was amazed. The driver was concerned about getting fired from his job.

An alternative title to this entry could be: Why I like Non-fiction. Although I understand that truths can be told through fiction and that non-fiction is filtered through personal perception, I am generally drawn towards reading memoirs, biographies and history. I like poetry, humor, and essays that draw from real life because life is so much stranger than fiction. Let’s face it, life is funny, and I like that we never know what’s going to happen next.