Anniversary, of sorts

The fireworks we hear going up from the parish church in the next valley to the west of us remind us that it is the eve of the feast of St. Peter, the patron saint of the neighboring parish. It was four years ago on this night that we were awakened at 5:45 a.m. by the sound of a loud crash. By the time we got dressed and got out to the street to find our car on its side after having been thrown against the street light post, the driver of the car that had lost control and hit our parked car was nowhere to be seen. He had been celebrating throughout the night (drinking) at the feast, and lost control on the curve. Fortunately for him, he was not injured; fortunately for us, he was tracked down and showed up a few days later to report it to his insurance company. We never drove our little green Opel any more.