Who Knew??

There's a Far Side comic that has a kid complaining about how boring life is in his neighborhood when outside the window there are all sorts of things happening: aliens landing, banks being robbed, monsters in the street, a guy climbing up a skyscraper, etc.

Today I can relate. I just discovered we had a drive by shooting on our street last Saturday night -- no Sunday, in the wee hours.

And I missed it.

I didn't get my camera out and take photos.

I didn't even get out of bed and peak through the windows.

I didn't run out on the lawn in my p.j.s.

Nope. None of those things did I do.

So, What did I do, you ask?

I slept through it. I didn't hear the gunshot. I didn't hear the police sirens. I didn't hear the ambulance. None of it. I heard nothing.

I slept. Z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z. This is a boring neighborhood. I slept! I could have had a news story. Z-z-z-z-z-z I could have had something to talk about around the water cooler at work. Z-z-z-z-z-z-z I could have been interviewed by the TV reporters. "Mrs. H. how did you feel when you heard he shot? Mrs. H. do you like to hear shots in your neighborhood? Mrs. H.did you know the victim? How sad are you that someone was shot? Are you afraid of shots in your neighborhood:" You know. Those wonderfully intuitively deep questions that reporters ask.

But did I get to answer these questions??? Nope. I was very busy cutting Z's.

What happened? Well according to the news I researched, the young man across the street had been at a night club, argued with someone, and then was shot by that someone from a car driving by as our neighbor got out of his car at 1:30 A.M. last Sunday morning. He's in the hospital, but doing better, I hear.

I sincerely hope he recovers completely. And is able to come home to our boring neighborhood. .