Monkeyleg
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Last evening, my wife and I had just finished eating dinner when we heard a loud "ka-boom."
This was followed by four or five more "ka-booms," but random in their timing.
My wife grabbed our dog (the love of her life) and moved to the most central part of our house, away from the windows.
"Somebody's shooting!" she screamed.
I listened for a minute, and said, no, that was not gunfire. I looked out the back door, and saw that there were fireworks being shot off by a small college just a couple of blocks away. What the celebration was about, I don't know.
But the non-stop media coverage of school shootings and any other gun-related tragedy seems to be taking its toll. Nearly everyone seems to be on edge the last few weeks, and without any real rationale if you consider the odds of having your neighborhood shot up.
Back in 1991, my wife and I had just gone to bed when we heard a rapid succession of bangs.
She said, "sounds like someone shooting off firecrackers."
I said, "no, sounds like a submachine gun, probably 9mm."
Turns out I was right then as well: some drug dealer decided to ventilate the new Jaguar of a rival dealer who lived on our block.
Odd, isn't it, how the times have changed, and that everyone has become more fearful?
This was followed by four or five more "ka-booms," but random in their timing.
My wife grabbed our dog (the love of her life) and moved to the most central part of our house, away from the windows.
"Somebody's shooting!" she screamed.
I listened for a minute, and said, no, that was not gunfire. I looked out the back door, and saw that there were fireworks being shot off by a small college just a couple of blocks away. What the celebration was about, I don't know.
But the non-stop media coverage of school shootings and any other gun-related tragedy seems to be taking its toll. Nearly everyone seems to be on edge the last few weeks, and without any real rationale if you consider the odds of having your neighborhood shot up.
Back in 1991, my wife and I had just gone to bed when we heard a rapid succession of bangs.
She said, "sounds like someone shooting off firecrackers."
I said, "no, sounds like a submachine gun, probably 9mm."
Turns out I was right then as well: some drug dealer decided to ventilate the new Jaguar of a rival dealer who lived on our block.
Odd, isn't it, how the times have changed, and that everyone has become more fearful?
