I had forgotten about this tree, but was reminded the other day for no good reason. While in NJ visiting my mom, I remembered it…just like it was yesterday. If yesterday was Thursday, November 3, 1977.
I was a Junior in High School and a newly minted Junior Volunteer Firefighter.
We had a fire call that evening and I was responding along a rain-slicked Reiman Rd. near the intersection with Verona Place. A couple of things happened simultaneously that resulted in my hitting that tree, decelerating from about 34-40 (well, maybe 50) mph to zero mph.
The Flanagan’s lived at the corner and we were family friends, so Mrs. Flanagan didn’t mind me bleeding on her house. They called Police Headquarters and the dispatcher found my dad who came over. He was pretty calm and that may have been because he saw the car before he saw me.
Totaled the car, but only had a few, small lacerations from flying glass.
He took me down to the old Raritan Valley Hospital in Green Brook and I had got stitches and went home to be very sore the next day, followed by taking the SATs on Saturday.