I was almost asleep for a little siesta before boogs woke up, and I hear sirens. I say a little prayer that whoever was getting rescued was going to be ok, as were the people doing the rescuing. Then I hear more sirens, and even more sirens and then cap, cap, cap, cap, cap... (I'm not sure how many there were. I was a little freaked out at the time and I know that "cap cap" sounds pretty ghetto, but that's what my students say when there is gun fire in the projects) I launch off the couch and look out the front window and I see several police cars zoom by, stop, back up, going this way and that in the intersection shown above (before the police tape was put up, of course). Apparently they were after some robbery suspects and they caught them just a block from my home. I called my husband, but he thought I was joking (were the really gun shots? he asks, like I could make that stuff up), then I called my mom and she was much more sympathetic. They've got the neighborhood taped off pretty well to the north of our house and now I hear the police helicopter overhead, circling, looking, I assume for another suspect.
It just seems sort of surreal. This kind of stuff doesn't happen in my neighborhood. Why would those people choose this street to careen unsafely down, and in the process scare the sh*t out of me? I guess now I have an interesting story to tell at parties, huh?
I must go out and commiserate with the neighboors, who are all still gathered on the corner, putting their two cents in and coming up with a theory.
