louise on the left (coast)

It's three days later on the corner of Iroquois Road and Choctaw Drive, Westminster, Ca. Saturday night, somewhere around 9:30 p.m. Disneyland's fireworks pound out their final salute in the distance.   The fog rolls in.  Temperatures drop.  The day's visitors cease.   And in the dense fog 56 candles silently stand vigil looking out over a silent crossroad.

For obvious reasons I haven't had much time to blog this week. (Click here for original story " Today a little boy was run over and killed in front of our house. "). However, I want to add as a follow-up to this piece which also ran in the  Orange County Register  that there will be a community fundraiser to help off-set the family's costs of this unexpected tragedy. If you would like to show your support for the family of Andrew Brumback, the little boy accidentally killed on his way to school this week, there are several ways to do so: There will be a community car wash this weekend at his local elementary school, and there is a web address for online donations, as well as a church address in which you can send any amount to show support. Community Car Wash Fundraiser for the Brumback Family Sequoia Elementary School Saturday, January 22 (and 29 & 30) 8:00 - 4:00  5900 Iroquois Road Westminster, CA   714-213-0440 Monetary donations may also be made at th

We were home at the time. My daughter was home from school with a cold.   It was just before 8 AM.  We heard nothing. A woman in a SUV crushed him under the wheels of her car not thirty feet from our front door. I discovered this only after the police had arrived. I came out to my lawn and asked what had happened.   A nice female officer looked pained but gave me the basic news that there had been an accident involving a child being struck by the car parked in the road in front of me.  I asked if the child would be okay.  The police officer just looked at me sympathetically, but said she didn't know.  Her face told me more.  Her face said what had just happened was terrible and a tragedy, but that she was at work so she couldn't say this.  That's what her face said. There was an older woman in her fifties, maybe, on the other side of the road.  She was surrounded sympathetically by onlookers.  She was seated in a folding chair.  Nobody else was.  She was talking a