Two days ago a frantic Skim ran into the house and told me to come out with her. She said it was too immediately important to tell me. I went out and a guy had jumped the curb and was stuck on the sidewalk, unconscious in his car about 15 feet from my front door, if that. The only reason he didn't take out the stairs to the above apartment was that he scraped the side of the car to his right and had gotten stuck on the fender. The police came and had to take a nightstick to the backseat (he didn't wake up) and go in that way to help. Turns out he has heart issues. I'm not sure where things are at this point, but hopefully that's the closest my daughters ever get to getting run down on the sidewalk.