porch railing.
The operator worked to regain control, but the vehicle had already moved too far.
CRASH!
The rear corner struck my porch railing and slammed against a wooden support.
Glass shattered.
Wood splintered.
A cloud of dust rose into the air.
Someone screamed.
Orson stabilized the car and carefully lowered it back onto the lawn.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Then I looked at my house.
My porch railing was destroyed.
A support post leaned dangerously.
Broken wooden boards covered the steps.
Richard’s Mercedes had sustained serious damage, but
