Rehearsals are late in the day, and the drive home is in the dark. Yesterday, took a wonderful back route, over the hills and through the trees on a 2 lane road. [An amazing attribute of Portland is the West Side of town with it’s wooded areas covering the hills.] Arrived at the top of a hill, to a street with the same name as the street on which I am staying- [but 4 miles away and no through street to connect them] – and came to an unexpected and abrupt stop as the road was being blocked off by the police. There were lights flashing and persons moving about, but no sirens. All was still. Apparently a car driven by a woman in her 60’s, hit a women in her 30’s who was walking. It would be easy to do, as awful as that sounds. When the pavement is black and the night is black and the fog is thick, one sees things often just too late.