The death of a elderly woman in a motorized wheelchair took place less than an hour ago just outside my window, but I was too busy working to notice. Focused on the essay I was trying to compose, I barely heard the sirens rushing to the scene, nor the paramedics transfering her limp body onto a stretcher. It wasn’t until our two managing editors returned from their lunch break reporting that some sort of incident had blocked off West Street before I realized some sort of crime investigation was taking place. The police, a half a dozen, were spraying for fingerprints. A yellow tarp was being laid down and they were looking under a van. What were they looking for? A policeman laid down on this side in the road, perhaps reinacting the collision and another investigator was taking measurements. I was watching CSI Annapolis through my window.
At the time of writing this blog, the street is still blocked. No one knows the woman’s name….yet.
Ironically, this all took place in front of the BP Gas Station and of course considering the Gulf Oil spill I associate British Petroleum with death and destruction and wonder why anyone could possibly be purchasing gasoline there. But they are.
The Fawcett Marine Boat Supplies white van, evidently the vehicle that struck the lady, is in the process of being towed away. That’s all I know, at present.