(From Alan:)
So I get home from work at 2:30am this morning. I get a drink, change into some shorts and a t-shirt, and go in to tell Emily goodnight. While I am in the master bedroom, we hear a loud crash outside, followed by a small explosion, and then the lights went out. The lights flickered a few seconds later, followed by another small explosion, and then they went out again. The next thing we hear is the sound of screeching tire rubber, and then a car with a large engine flying down the street.
I put on a sweatshirt, grabbed a flashlight and went out to investigate. Other neighbors were coming out of their houses too, and when we got to the end of the street we discovered a power pole snapped in half, the bottom half on the ground and the top half still attached to wires and hanging down in the intersection, sparking.
Within a couple minutes a couple of Richardson cop cars went flying down the street, looking for the driver. They found him, on my street but the next block down. He was apparently drunk, ran into the pole at a high rate of speed, backed up and sped off but only made it another block before just stopping. They carted him off but left the truck sitting there until it got towed around lunchtime.
I tried to get a few hours' sleep, and then got up around 6:30 to go take pictures...
