My heart almost stopped today, when the lights started to flicker, and I heard a loud pop and screaming coming from the other room... I thought Dad had electrocuted himself. The screaming was on TV. It turns out a drunk driver hit a telephone pole up the road, and fled the scene of the accident. He was armed (a tribute to the NRA), and lead the police on a man hunt all around the neighborhood. He ran past our house several times.