Last night, I went downtown with some folks from the college to picnic in California Plaza, before last night’s performance, in the Grand Performances series, of Na Lei Hulu I Ka Wekiu. The food was fabulous, the company entertaining, the surroundings gorgeous, and the performance enthralling.
On the way there, we had passed the immediate aftermath of a bus-on-pedestrian accident. No ambulances, no cops, no crowds — just one man lying in the street in a pool of blood, and another man crouched next to him, hand on the injured man’s back, groceries strewn across the street. We were past it in thirty seconds.
Guess which one I dreamed about last night.
Guess which one I woke up thinking about this morning.
[UPDATE, 7.10.05, 10.29 pm: How can this be nowhere in the LA news? There’s nothing in the paper, nothing on any of the network affiliate websites. I understand certain details not getting published — like the name of the man who was hit, if officials are trying to locate his next of kin, for instance — but nothing, at all? Is a man lying in the middle of the street in a pool of his own blood a sufficiently common experience as not to warrant reporting? Given what I saw, I cannot imagine that the man survived. Wouldn’t there at least be some report of the bus driver either being arrested, or not?]