From the Courier-News: One person was declared dead at the scene of an accident on northbound Interstate 287 in Bedminster shortly after 7:30 p.m., state police said.
The driver who died was not identified by police. At press time Tuesday, many details were not known about the accident at mile marker 20, south of the ramp for eastbound Interstate 78, where Interstate 287 splits.
So sorry to those of you we expletive-texted from about 9:45 to 10:45 last night, as essentially seven lanes of northbound traffic merged into two. We were 15 minutes from home, still bloody from a headfirst slide, and very, very tired.
We were also very, very alive, so, um, maybe we should think on that for awhile.
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God can be a diag.
So we atoned this morning. We said we were sorry. We prayed for the poor soul taken last night. And we took our time leaving this morning, thanking the Good Lord for allowing us air to breathe and middle fingers to wave.
We even blogged about feeling like an ass last night before starting our commute, happy.
Thirteen minutes in, we realized that traffic, again, was not moving. At all. Not an inch. So we put on the Ryan Montbleau and stayed, for once, calm.
An hour-and-a-half and one mile later, we were able to get onto 78 and meander through scenic Hunterdon County, New Jersey. We listened to Alicia Keys' Unplugged and fantasized, not literally, about the day we duet.
We got to work in three hours. It took us three hours to get home last night. So basically we spent the last 12 hours either in our car or in our bed.
Punchline? We beat the boss to work this morning.
We might shoot ourselves someday soon.
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