I live in a small town suburb of New York City, and in general it's a very quiet little area. Today I was downtown dropping off a package at the post office when I heard a huge screeching of tires and a commotion. A white car was hurtling down the main street of our little town--where there are always a lot of kids and young people, especially in the summer. She jumped right up onto the sidewalk, hitting at least five cars and a building before mowing down a pedestrian. I saw a man get killed while just walking down the sidewalk minding his own business. Obviously it is incredibly sad and I'm more than a little shaken...and it also put my "purse obsession" into perspective all of a sudden. If that had been me on the sidewalk, I don't think anyone would have noticed or cared if I was carrying a Birkin or a bag from Old Navy. I'd still be just as dead. And my bags aren't going to live on after I go someday. Sorry for the incredibly depressing post, but I'm really very shaken by this.