As I was preparing my Tour Easy at 06:00 this morning for a Sunday breakfast run with the guys, the first of several emergency vehicles pulled up to the neighbor lady's house. Though I certainly took notice I had only minimal concern as we've barely been on speaking terms as a result of her late night and all night parties aka. booz fests.
The fire department was first on the scene followed by the ambulance and several police cruisers. The only conversation I overheard while preping for my ride was the fireman telling the ambulance "It looks like it's been a while."
The 59 year old woman is asthmatic, smokes like a chimney and drinks like a fish. So does her live-at-home, barely employed 30+ year old daughter who I noticed through her kitchen window was talking with the police.
Riding off into the darkness I felt a sence of irony as I watched the emergency vehicles disapear in my mirror. I assumed that the older woman had passed away and yet here I was, a relatively healthy man and a good three years older than her riding off on what most would call a considerable journey, and thinking it as just a little ride.
My wife tells me that the Medical Examiner left just before I got home from my 26 mile round trip breakfast ride.
I assume life style differences might account for me outliving my neighbor.
I expect that her daughter will have a very difficult Christmas this year. Though she is not one of my favorite people I do kinda feel a little sorry for her.