Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Dreaming, and a tragedy

Last night I had two dreams about working. In one dream was I was employed by a corporation that owned a building with office suites, hotel suites and a store. The store was high tech in that every item of food or whatever had an electronic price tag. Oh, I know they already have those in bar codes, but this was interactive in that it would raise a cent when the inventory reached a certain point. The exact number of items remaining was automatically calculated, as was the amount sold per item, per category and per department.

A shopper filled his or her cart and, without taking anything out of the cart, it passed through a sensor that read all of the little price tags. The shopper had a sensor card too, which paid for the items, and received a print-out that they had to sign a copy. Our pay was automatically put onto this sensor card too, daily. Very cool.

The second dream was nearly the opposite in that I was working at a gas station! It was one of those stations with a couple little fast food tables that we kept having to wipe off. People were messy with napkins, catsup and by spilling drinks. We also had one full service gas pump so one of us kept having to run out there to pump gas. Still, it wasn't a very busy station and the guys (all men but me) played video games and I read books between customers. One of the guys gave me an interesting questionnaire-type thing to do and I wish I remembered the questions, but I don't.

Back to real life. You won't thank me for this one. I found this out at work yesterday and don't know any of the people involved. Warning: it's a sad, horrible story:
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Macie, a 4-year-old ballerina, was wearing her pretty princess outfit; her little brother, 2-year-old Garrison, had donned his Superman cape.

The siblings, who loved to dress in their Halloween costumes, were sitting side-by-side in a double stroller on their way home from a trip for hot cocoa in downtown Denver when a pickup sped through an intersection Friday night, killing the children and their mother, Rebecca Bingham, 39.

Frank Bingham, 41, the father and husband, was injured in the collision and was admitted at Denver Health Medical Center, said Autumn Stone, a Parker family physician and Bingham's sister.

The driver didn't appear to slow down, witnesses said, but Denver detectives were able to use the license plate that broke off from the pickup to track down 36-year-old Lawrence Trujillo, who owns the red Ford that police believe smashed into the family. Police arrested Trujillo on Saturday on investigation of three counts each of vehicular homicide and leaving the scene of a fatal accident.

The accident was one of the most graphic that Denver traffic cops can recall, said Sonny Jackson, Denver police spokesman. Children's shoes, socks and a "decimated" stroller were scattered across the street for 100 feet.

"That they ran into an entire family and did not bother to stop is unimaginable," Stone said.

The pickup ran several red lights before it reached the intersection of Arapahoe and 15th streets about 8:40 p.m. going between 30 and 40 mph, police said.

Rebecca Bingham, 39, cared for stray animals and liked taking her children to the zoo. Just then, the Bingham couple was pushing the double stroller on their way back to a light rail stop, legally crossing Arapahoe Street, according to police.
Since the accident, Frank Bingham has told relatives that he recalls flashes of the moment, including seeing a truck bearing down on the family.

"It was coming too fast to react," Stone said.

Alice Maynard of Evergreen was putting her four children in her sport utility vehicle nearby when the truck raced through the intersection.

"I saw the stroller flying," Maynard said. "It was horrific."

Frank Bingham fell near the intersection. The truck threw Rebecca Bingham about 25 feet, and Macie and Garrison an additional 25 feet,

Garrison Bingham, 2, was just 16 months younger than his sister and loved to play with her. according to several witnesses. The children came to rest with one on top of the other.

"I saw a whole family get run over last night," said Curtis Reefe, a valet for Gallagher's and La Fondue restaurants. "It's one of the worst things I've seen in my life. I wish I could erase it from my brain."
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The link (you know I can't get links to work well) is denverpost.com if you'd like to read the entire story. Be careful out there and have a good day.

6 Comments:

Blogger gal artist said...

That is so horrific and sad. I can't believe someone would do that.

But then several years ago back home, someone hit and ran a young boy who was riding his skateboard, throwing many feet and killing him. They never did find the hit and run driver.

6:00 AM  
Blogger Terri said...

I had read that story also, it is so sad! I can't imagine the hell that father will go through. The guy driving the truck should be shot!

I'm still so jealous that you remember your dreams so vividly! I can't remember anything.

9:38 AM  
Blogger Stacy The Peanut Queen said...

I can't believe you dream so much...you have SUCH an active imagination!

That's a terribly sad story....absolutely horrific....:(

2:22 PM  
Blogger sumo said...

That driver must have been drunk or on drugs. I hope he gets his from the judicial system. It's a terrible thing to find out that when someone has done something like this...their past comes out and they turn up guilty of having done it many times before. The drinking/drugs under the influence thing I mean. Years ago there was a guy back east that wiped out a whole family and it turned out he has 23 priors of drunk driving and still was on the street. Courts really need to address this problem better. California has 3 strikes your out...unless they've changed it.

3:24 PM  
Blogger Fizzy said...

Tragic and horrific. Words fail me

4:17 PM  
Blogger Michelle said...

OMG, this is just so very sad :((

1:07 AM  

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