the darwin awards, lowell edition
it's a profound tragedy for the kid, (who was from tewksbury, and not lowell, btw), his family, and his friends. (can you imagine being the guy or girl on the other end of that text correspondence?) but it's such a profoundly preventable thing, that it's hard to muster complete sympathy, either. he's dead, and now the rest of us are going to have to decide what to do with that information.
maybe i'm old, but i both buckle up and try to keep my car under control at all times. (spin-outs in the convertible notwithstanding). i also try to keep my cell phone in my pocket, and will do so ever that much more vigilantly from here on in. (though i have never texted from a moving car that i was driving, so there's that much going for me despite the bad habit of talking on the thing from time to time).
seems pretty reasonable--while driving, you keep your undivided attention on the road. (and your ears on your jen kearney and the lost onion recording from halloween's zep set that's playing on your ipod through your car stereo, but now i'm just braggin').
i'm just glad he didn't hit another car and drag some innocents into the carnage.