I've been thinking about the numerous car accidents I was in between 1962 and 1979, when I moved to New York and gave up automobiles. Every accident but one was because I'm a pathetic drver and they're all too embarassing to dredge up.
On a happier note, I heard today one of the loveliest Christmas songs ever on a really bad album. The song is a Swedish song, I believe, "Koppangen" by Pereric Moraeus, sung twice on the album, once in Swedish and once in a nice English translation. The singer, whom I generally admire, is Anne Sofie von Otter, but her concept of singing American pop music, which she also pulls on her Kurt Weill album, is to croon under pitch with sloppy diction, as if all pop singers don't enunciate! or sing well! She should be forced after a well-sung opera night to listen to Guy Haines, Doris Day, and others with a special way with the words and a tune! Just pisses me off.
On the plus side, her two versions of "Kopangen," accompanied by guitar and accordion, are totally stunning.