Much too close a shave

On Tuesday the beloved spouse survived a five car pile-up on Aurora Avenue in which he was sandwiched between someone at a dead stop in the middle lane and an asshole who plowed into him at 50 mph.  Unbelievably he escaped with badly barked shins, a slight shiner and a bruised ribcage.  The car, which would have run for at least another decade, was totaled.  Waves of shock and relief have been ebbing and flowing all week.
Today we blew off the residual terror by marching and playing with our dear band in the Fremont Solstice Parade. We performed a sampling of rock and roll songs from yore to now, and even cut a few moves on "Smooth Criminal" and "The Safety Dance." Perfect way to put horror behind us.