Another one bites the dust

The sun is out and so am I, catching some vitamin D on the front stoop.  Very little traffic on the road today. People seem to be heeding Big Doug’s latest lockdown. 

I hear something approaching from the west, in a bit of a hurry by the sound of it. It’s an OPP cruiser. You don’t see them much around here, and when you do, they’re generally not in a hurry. Something’s up.

Five minutes later, an OPP SUV. Not in quite as much a rush, but still driving like she wants to get somewhere.

Ten minutes after that, an ambulance. He’s in no rush at all. He’s driving the speed you go when you’re keeping an eye out for a place to get a slice and a pop, and we don’t have any of those out here.

Half an hour later, the little convoy comes back the other way. Nobody’s in any hurry at all now.

It’s a story that tells itself, don’t it?