- Frédéric de Villamil/FlickR
- A close call waiting to happen?
If you’re like me you sometimes think about the close calls you barely survived. These are the ones we never know about, when the coin was sailing through the air but no one told us fate had flipped it. Yet if we’d gone home one way instead of the other we’d have been flattened by a semi at an intersection; if the fiend trailing us down that darkened street while fingering the whetted blade in his jacket pocket hadn’t been distracted by a distant siren, or something, he’d have quickened his pace and sliced us up. The iced-over pond we took a shortcut across as kids could have cracked wide open as easily as not, but it didn’t. We don’t remember these moments because nothing happened, but something so easily could have!
And yet I had the run of Sudbury.
