I was on the phone with a client. I heard the squealing brakes but then I always hear the squealing brakes.

Then the whistle.

The constant whistling that I attributed to the return of the college kids to the neighborhood. It went on for a long time. The noise made it difficult to hear the conversation. Then the door buzzed and there was the UPS guy. He said he’d seen the accident, it was car on motorcycle. He said the motorcycle guy wasn’t moving.

Then I had to run an errand.

From what I saw, I don’t think he made it.

Jesus, I hate this corner.