Not a national holiday

Oct 11, 2009 17:10

Last Saturday night was a bit exciting around 6:40pm or so. I was out back grilling a steak. Then KABOOM-POP! POP! POP! POP! POP-POP!

Gunfire. About a block away. I am ducking around the corner of my house to avoid strays

It sounded like a shotgun blast followed by something like a 38 special. We called it in to 911 and kept the kids away from the windows and doors. We waited, hoping the police would arrive.

A few minutes later, steak still on the grill, more popping and booms. This time it was fireworks. A few aerial displays. I was born on a day, but it wasn't yesterday. The sounds of a firework and a firearm are distinctly different. Now I knew very well where the shots were coming from. It also shows that the gun shots were either planned or expected.

We finished eating dinner.

We put the kids to bed.

We waited.

The police never came. There were no sirens.

This isn't the first time I have heard gunshots in this neighborhood. A few months ago I heard what sounded VERY much like 22 long rifle shots. I used to be on a small-bore rifle team in highschool. I know VERY well what those sound like.

Welcome to Tucson. Bring a flack vest.

gun control, violence

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