I noticed last night that there was a wet spot on the floor at the edge of the refrigerator and thought that once again an errant ice cube had missed the cup and escaped. In a whimsical mood, I hoped that the ice cube did not think “Freedom” and then realize it was, well, you know, the M-word.

But this morning the spot was back again and after having been mopped and dried it got wet again. I could not figure where the water was coming from for there was no telling trail back to the refrigerator. When I reached down I felt the constant sprinkle of water; investigation revealed that the hose to the ice maker had developed a crack.

I looked on the Internet and discovered that for about three dollars I could buy a plastic coupling that would fix the problem once I cut the hole away. The hardware store had one and Cameron and I moved the refrigerator out and (oh, the dirt, but never mind) and did what the video showed and WE FIXED IT WITHOUT A PLUMBER! Thank you, YouTube.

This past week on Indiana 25 on a school day, three students were killed and one badly injured when hit by a southbound car that did not stop for the northbound school bus waiting to pick them up.

I have been on Indiana 25 near Rochester; it’s a old-fashioned highway that goes along the east side of Wabash River terrain. I don’t know for certain, but it feels like a route that evolved from an Indian trail turned pioneer road and, as such, it does not go straight. There is a section of the road that has a lot of curves – some of them have the “S” curve signs and some of them are close together, but not actually connected into an “S” configuration.

I don’t go on 25 often; when I do it is because my point of departure makes it the most sensible – assuming the weather is good. I add that last part because every time I travel on it, I find myself thinking, “Boy, I wouldn’t want to be on this road in the dark or in slippery conditions.” It wiggles to the south in twists that you can’t ease into.

This past week, the week of the accident, Indiana was still on Eastern Daylight Time. Anyone who has read a bit of this blog knows that I do not like Daylight Savings Time in Indiana. We are as far west as you can get and still be in the Eastern Time Zone. When you add on Daylight Savings Time, it really throws things of off kilter; in fact, for years, Indiana opted out of “going on Fast Time” as we used to call it.

With the fairly recent extensions of DST until November, school mornings in Indiana are in the dark. Buses run in the REALLY DARK. Another thing from the past is that school buses picked up students from the side of the road where the kids were waiting. Routes were designed that way, and then, somewhere along the line, kids had to walk across one lane of a highway to reach the bus, go in front of it, and then board. We’re not talking county road here; we do mean highway, complete with an actual painted line down the middle.

What happened this week is more complex that just a driver going by a stopped school bus. Coming out of a curve at 10 miles below the speed limit, she saw yellow lights in the dark. Just recently one dark morning I saw yellow lights by the side of the road and knew it was utilities or construction, but still thought that it probably wasn’t the safest idea to have workmen out before it was light. I’m pretty certain there are red lights on a stopped school bus, as well, but they are mixed in with yellow.

The school bus driver saw the headlights of an oncoming vehicle but figured the driver would stop and motioned the kids, two of whom were six, across the highway. I have always stressed to anyone I have taught to drive never to trust that a car signaling a turn will actually turn; you can’t pull out until you actually see the car commit to the turn. I have stressed that in the dark car lights may or may not be closer than they seem. And it is not beyond possibility that a driver may become impaired and not stop for whatever reason.

In short, I cannot understand a bus driver motioning little kids to cross in front of a moving oncoming car.

The parents of the children hit had repeatedly complained to the school district about the bus stop regarding highway-crossing situation. However, no adult accompanied the kids to the stop – and remember two were SIX year old boys.

If Indiana had not been on Daylight Savings Time last week in late October, it would have been light when the car approached from the north. But, it was dark and in the short amount of time coming out of the curve, the driver did not recognize there was a stopped school bus in the other lane. She made a tragic error. Nothing will bring the children back, ever. She knows that. I don’t think she deserves to be vilified because of what happened. It was not a willful flaunting of the law, and she was not speeding.

I don’t believe one can ignore the other factors in play, in particular, the decision of the bus driver to assume the car would stop and the choice of worried parents to not make certain their still Santa Claus believing tykes would not encounter disaster on an Indiana highway before dawn.

Remember the impaired driver situation I mentioned? Well, this year in Fort Wayne, a police office suffered a heart attack while at the wheel of his squad car and lost control. It happens. It could have been a police officer who struck kids instructed to cross the road.

What happened this week must be evaluated in light of all the information.