Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2015/12/27

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Subject: [Leica] Greetings
From: scleroplex at gmail.com (scleroplex)
Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 20:15:49 -0500

I am very happy to read that you are okay Herb.
Best wishes!
Bharani


Message: 2
Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2015 10:30:30 -0600
From: George Lottermoser <george.imagist at icloud.com>
To: Leica Users Group <lug at leica-users.org>
Subject: Re: [Leica] Greetings
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On Dec 23, 2015, at 12:38 AM, Herbert Kanner wrote:

> I?ve been pretty disorganized all week and not thinking about
photography. My car was totaled last Friday evening by what must have been
a drunk driving without headlights. My car was hit from the right at about
a forty-five degree angle as I was making a left turn. Street showed no
headlights as far as I could see in either direction and there was no flash
of light at my car interior as I was hit. The car spun around, crossed the
street in the process and ended up in the grass in a park, facing the
street I had been on. I wasn?t even bruised. Airbags did not deploy. I
never got any details about the other driver other than that he was taken
to the hospital, claiming pain. Street so wide that I couldn?t even
distinguish between cop cars, and the one that hit me. Cops didn?t cross
the street; the cop with me knew nothing about what was known on the other
side of the street. He just got my story. All I could do re reporting the
incident to my insurance company was to tell them to get
  the police report.
>
> An amazing thing did happen. The young cop on my side was chatting me up.
Possibly to see if I was campus mantis and sober. The conversation got into
where I was heading, a specific restaurant that I named, and what I was
planning to eat: a steak, rare.
>
> After the two truck took both cars away, the cop gave me a lift home in
the back of the squad car. About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang.
It was the cop, holding a plastic sack. He went to that restaurant and
bought me dinner; refused compensation. I got to tell his sergeant about it
over the phone, and was told the cop would get a commendation.
>
> Because I?m 93, I can?t tell how many driving years are left in me, and I
decided not to go through the hassle of buying a car but just use Uber and
Lyft services.