Well, it’s like this… “Like many people in Minneapolis’ Bryant neighborhood, Patty Crawford was outside minding her business on a sunny Mother’s Day afternoon. Then she looked up to see an SUV barrelling through her front yard at freeway speed. … Through the flying chunks of what had been her lawn, a screaming flock of squad cars soon appeared. … She quickly called for the kids to take cover. Then there was the deafening smash and the tinkling of shattered glass. … “We all just stood there and whimpered,” Crawford said later Sunday afternoon. “Really, any of us could have been in a position to get hurt. It was a miracle we didn’t.” *
OK, well, I don’t know what that was about. (Except I’m pretty sure they are joking about thinking a miracle had occurred…) . But what Amanda and I have noticed is this:
Mother’s day is when a lot of people who normally don’t drive get into a lot of cars that are normally not driven and go to places they normally don’t go.
It is kind of like a massive, day long, slow moving not very dense surrealistic rush hour.