We went to Parkersburg today to visit my brother. It was a nice visit–we talked about politics and it’s good to know that despite the fact that he’s an accountant, he hasn’t turned to the dark side.

I did, however, forget one of my cardinal rules, which is, “Never get into a car with Brian.” I swear, he’s a magnet for trouble.

We went out to lunch, and on the way back, there’s a tremendously loud BANG followed by a strange crackling noise. I turn around and the passenger’s side rear window is completely shattered. Right beside Michael’s head.

We look back and there’s a guy weed eating along the side of the road. He must have kicked up a huge rock and flung it straight at the window.

We were lucky. The rock didn’t go through the window, and Michael wasn’t cut by the glass. Also, the guy with the weed eater was very friendly and said that the woman whose property it was would take care of everything.

Interestingly, we could see and hear the glass continuing to crack for the next five or ten minutes, which was quite interesting, although the sound of glass falling onto the seat as we drove was mildly disturbing.

If you’re interested, I put up two pictures from the day, including one of the car.