A Police Takedown Right in Front of My Home

I am back. It is a strange day. It would have been my aunt's 83rd birthday today and I just returned from a funeral, what fun, for the husband of a woman who worked for my family for many years. She looked the same, though I do not think that she saw me.

Apparently, her husband, whom I do recall as a very interesting and engaging man, had been ill for about 6 months. He was a pathologist, which I thought was really cool when I found out in the mid to late 1970s (that was prime Quincy time....Quincy with Jack Klugman who was the medical examiner/coroner who solved all sorts of crimes using forensic pathology....it was the forerunner of the whole CSI series).

It was their daughter that I saw but could not place at another post funeral visit in May. Now, I may have to visit at her home, just so that I can chat with her mother, whom I had not seen since we sold the business in 1995. I know that my mother and she had chatted as they called when grandchildren were born, though I do not know if they had spoken in a long while.

Now, more to the point. I forgot to mention the early excitement of Friday morning. I was sleeping when I heard a police siren and saw flashing lights at about 1 am on Friday morning. I then hear a bit of crash and then you can hear a voice telling the driver to "get down". I turn to the Wife and tell her there is a takedown going on.

We go to the window and see it all. There is a cop car with lights going in front of our neighbours house, an SUV turned the wrong way at the curve and then a number of cop cars (backup) with a tow truck in their midst for good measure. It is not until later that I realize that there used to be a concrete light standard with street light where the SUV is. That also explains why the five or so lights by our house are all dark presently (even at night).

Anyway, we watch the action unfold as the backup cops get out of their cars and run to the scene with guns drawn. They arrest some dude and some girl. The women keeps moaning "why do are my arms behind my back?". She was obviously the passenger and has no clue as to what has gone done and why. My only guess, given how "confused" she sounded is that this was a case of drunken driving, with both vehicle occupants drunk, but I could be wrong.

No shots were fired, but it was eventful. The Wife could not back to sleep so she watched the cops measuring things (like skid marks). I fell right back to sleep, nothing to see here, move along. I just moved along.

Come to think of it, a shooting could have been cool. Of course, I say that with the expectation that nobody I know would become collateral damage.

How is that to start a start of the weekend? Unfortunately, the rest of the weekend did not live up to that excitement.

Ciao!