I've never thought of myself as a particularly sensitive person but this weekend might have changed my mind. For more than a week I was having bad vibes about Labor Day weekend. We were scheduled to race motocross at one of the toughest tracks in Michigan - one that by far sends out the most people in ambulances. I was just sure that one of the kids we knew (or mine God forbid) was going to get hurt bad. I expressed my reservations and really got nowhere besides everyone thinking I was over reacting.
I got home late last night and saw I had missed a message from a coworker but she hadn't left a message. I thought that was rather odd for her to call me on the weekend since we aren't social friends but didn't spend much time dwelling on it. This morning I checked my email and hers jumped out at me. Uh oh. She even emailed me at home.
My intuition wasn't all that far off. A man I know quite well, a customer about my age with 2 kids, was killed in a motorcycle accident over the weekend.
Farewell Tim Haggart. Rest in peace.