Not sure if it made the national news, but for you Region/Chicago folk, you know that huge accident that happened on northbound I-65 near Crown Point this morning? Guess who went chasing after the facts of it? Plus found TWO MORE ACCIDENTS RIGHT AFTER THEY HAPPENED!?!? Yeah, that would be ME. Holy shit, dude, I would NOT have wanted to have been driving north anywhere south of Merrillville today, because I'm telling you, those poor schmucks are probably just getting past Lowell about now. It was that bad.
So it all started with the first accident, which I caught on the morning news as I was waking up after sleeping on the couch. (Sometimes I do that to save myself from the aggravation of jarring myself out a deep sleep by moving on over to the bed. It's a habit I picked up from the one guy
.) A big scary accident with jackknifed semis and all sorts of pandemonium -- would hate to be the poor staffer that's going to follow that one all day, I thought to myself. Oh, and the poor deputy editor who was filling in for the regular editor who does her Saturday turn tomorrow? She's not going home tonight.
So Deputy calls me and says, "Hey, I'll need you to go down to the site and see what's going on. You'll do the main story, and a staffer will follow up with the hospitals and stuff." I picked up Mother, because a) she had a hair appointment today at 3:30 that I wanted to make sure I got her to in time, and b) I take her on stuff when I think it'll keep her interest, and we started heading out.
From where I live, the first site is about 20 miles, and by the time we got there, it was pretty well cleaned up, save for a couple County Mounties and State Troopers. But I couldn't turn around, so we continued south when I noticed that oddly, there weren't any cars heading north. A few more miles later, we discovered why: The State Troopers were diverting traffic on to Rte. 2, because there was a second accident, this time involving another semi and a late model Camaro. (Can't say I was too sad about the Camaro, as long as the driver was all right). I called Deputy to let her know, and she was like, all right, while you're down there, stop by the ISP (Indiana State Police) and see if you can get the press release from the first accident this morning. I said, "Sure, but I'm going to have to go further south to turn around."
Now, going further south you start hitting those places where everyone has the same last name and it's not a coincidence (wink wink nudge nudge), but traffic was moving ... until right before the next exit. That's when I saw more flashing lights.
And then? The flipped-over teal SUV.
So back on the cell phone to Deputy, who's losing her mind at this point: "Welp, did you know there's a third accident!?!?"
"You're kidding me," she says wearily.
"No, no I'm not. It's down here by DeMotte/Roselawn (of Naked City fame). Looks pretty heinous -- I'll be surprised if anyone makes it out of this one."
"Well, go ahead and find out what's going on there, too, I guess."
"I will, but I have to get back to Lowell without getting on I-65, because then I'll never get back."
"Do you know the backroads down there well?"
"Well, go north, I reckon. I'm bound to hit it sooner or later."
So, after a harrowing trip over the Kankakee River on a one-lane wooden bridge, we got back to Lowell, stopped at the ISP and found out ... nothing, because they were still cleaning up the fatality I just saw.
Anyway, long story short, got the press release, and I'll be front page, all editions tomorrow. Go me.Oh, whatEVER.