Ok so it’s about 10:30PM. Husband’s away taking care of his father in the nursing home. I finish the chapter of Lee Child’s “61 Hours” (a nice read for this hot summer in Georgia, especially since it’s set in a snowstorm of South Dakota), turn off the light and do my deep-breathing-instead-of-Ambien routine (works well and does not cause a bad mood in the morning). Next thing I know, the dog is frantic and there’s a POP POP POP and I tell myself not to get up because it couldn’t possibly be gunfire. But it does turn out to be, in fact, gunfire.
My daughter hits the floor so as not to be struck down by any stray bullets. My son goes directly to the window so he can see the whole thing. A gender thing, maybe? My 82 year old mother joins us and we end up on the front lawn meeting the neighbors for the first time and try to figure out what happend. Turns out, there was a high speed chase and the perp made the unfortunate decision to turn into our neighborhood, which is a dead end. Bad move.
According to my son, the guy got out of the car and started running through the backyards, then across our lawn. The cop in pursuit ordered him to stop. He didn’t so he got shot. Our whole street is a crime scene.
Who said living in the South would be boring?
Not I. I’m so jealous. At the beginning of the summer, we decided to cancel our tv subscription. No more Law and Order, no NCIS, no Jerry Springer. Needless to say it’s been a rather quiet summer. We’ve had no shootings, no bloody crime scenes, and no fabulous family fueds. Just when I thought I was no longer addicted to watching bloody battles and reality rantings, you get to have a live show play out right on your front lawn. I want my violent tv back…. ;-(
We cancelled our Blockbuster and Netflix subscriptions and sat on the porch every Friday, Saturday and Sunday cause there was always something going on. Everything from the little kids (8+) stealing each others mopeds (that was comical. One moped changed hands 3 times in one night) men beating their women in their cars (not so funny, had to stop one), a Micronesian standing in the middle of the street with a huge knife threatening ppl to get of their cars (course HE got arrested. I imagined him stopping the wrong car and a gun protrude from the pax window, and you know what happens next), a rumble btwn the local teens and the Micronesian ones (w/glass bottles, sticks, & undercover cops swarming the street), Swat flooded the street w/huge artillery when a neighbor lost his job & took his wife & child hostage, ETC …ALL in front of my house , There wasn’t a night that went by that a whole slew of cop cars wouldn’t go by with their sirens blasting, and an ambulance following a few minutes behind. It’s finally quieted down and I’ve had a chance to hit my Netflix Queue. Crazy Town…Honolulu. I got even more stories filming in Chinatown. Too much excitement.