When I was a boy, 12 or 13 I believe, I lived in Troy, NH, about 10 Miles south of Keene. Playing in our front yard one day which was next to a major thoroughfare, my friends and I heard a loud bang. We looked to see a car moving at an unusually high rate of speed straddling the guardrail. The car ended up in our neighbors yard across the street. Our town cop showed up minutes later (in a bit of irony, the car ended up in the yard of Troy’s future police chief). We were then informed that the driver was Mr. Latchis. He had fallen asleep at the wheel. No mention of the incident was in the paper, nor was a report filed.
When I was a boy, 12 or 13 I believe, I lived in Troy, NH, about 10 Miles south of Keene. Playing in our front yard one day which was next to a major thoroughfare, my friends and I heard a loud bang. We looked to see a car moving at an unusually high rate of speed straddling the guardrail. The car ended up in our neighbors yard across the street. Our town cop showed up minutes later (in a bit of irony, the car ended up in the yard of Troy’s future police chief). We were then informed that the driver was Mr. Latchis. He had fallen asleep at the wheel. No mention of the incident was in the paper, nor was a report filed.