At 9:25 p.m., an all too familiar nocturnal sound at the corner of Shattuck Avenue and Prince Street, the sound of mental meeting flesh.
When we looked out, we saw people huddled around a prone victim in front of a car, stopped in the Shattuck Avenue crosswalk. Glass on the pavement spoke of a hit hard enough to break a headlight cover — hard enough to do harm to the hapless pedestrian.
Police and ambulance arrived within a couple of minutes.
It’s second pedestrian accident in the last couple of years in the same crosswalk, and yours truly was hit in the crosswalk a block north six years earlier.
When we first came to California to live in 1967, crosswalks were sale places to cross, and cars would stop in both directions and remain stopped until you had passed completely across the street and set foot on the opposite sidewalk.
Now, a pedestrian risks life and limb.