Please come home for Christmas
Three people died, and several others were airlifted to Shreveport with life-threatening injuries.
Those are some scary numbers, especially considering that two people were younger than me and the third was only a few years past 30.
Believe me, the further I get into my 20s, the younger 30 is beginning to look.
I’m sure they all had plans, dreams and goals — things they wanted to accomplish before they died.
As with these wrecks, and the easy dozen that flit across the police scanner on my desk each day, I wonder about the moment before that last decision.