This is the front of our house basked in the glow of emergency lights.
The truck was smashed, the grill lying behind it in our lane way. Shovels and paraphernalia from the box of the truck scattered across the lawn. Windshield smashed, tail gate totaled, a wreck, but no driver. Ken and our neighbour remembered hearing a car speed away shortly after the crash. Upon closer inspection, the driver window was smashed and someone was dragged out of the truck and then out of the ditch. It ends up that the vehicle was stolen and the bad guys got away. The police were on the verge of getting the K9 unit on scene but could find no other footprints so assumed his buddies picked him up. What a scare. Kind of bitter sweet I guess. We were so thankful no one was seriously injured in the truck but we were also so shaken up from opening up the truck to find no one there. It was so weird, especially when you are expecting the worst and still waiting for emergency crews to make it to the scene. In hind sight, I am glad the bad guy wasn't lurking around the property hiding from the police, that is even more scary. You just don't think of those things when you think someone is in need of help!
Back inside to watch the tow truck pull the pickup out of the ditch and close out the night. Back to bed at 4:50.
As Frankie Valli said "Oh What a Night!" ;)