Yesterday, while I was taking The Dude to my ex's house, a guy in a Nissan SUV rolled a stop sign, right into the door on my side. The Dude was unhurt, fortunately. My left side is sore, and I got cut up by flying glass, but all in all, was lucky to be able to walk away. The car was barely drivable-- I got it home, where my neighbor Bob was kind enough to let me keep in his garage until I could run it over to my mechanic today. It's looking like it's going to be totaled. I exchanged information with the other driver-- we called the police, who never showed up. In the meantime, just to be on the safe side, I'm seeing a doctor at 6 PM today.
There was one funny thing. I called Kim, who came over and drove Adam over to my ex's house. She told me that he said, on the trip there, "Boy, my dad is sure a lot calmer than he used to be. Back in the old days he would have beaten that guy up...."