Tuesday, September 6, 2016
My second son and his family lived on a very busy street in the city. The noise from traffic would be unbearable if you were not used to city traffic sounds.
This is also a city known for violence. Drive-by shootings were not unusual even if they were not as frequent as some news reports would have you believe.
For those who do not know a drive-by shooting is when a car drives by and occupants of the car shoot guns. Sometimes they have a specific target in mind such as a person sitting the the porch or a certain house where someone they were angry with lived. Sometimes they simply want to shoot their guns.
One night we had a family get-together at my son's house. We were sitting inside and talking. The children were watching television. It was a relaxing evening.
We all jumped when we heard what sounded almost like cannon shots one after the other. There were four in all. Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Of course we knew it must be a drive-by. We made sure all the little ones were accounted for and safe. Then we asked each other if we were safe. Then we started to wonder if the neighbors were safe.
Having no idea what had actually happened we were puzzled. But you cannot rush outside because the shooters might go around the block or something. So we waited.
There was no one screaming outside. No police came.
After a considerable amount of time a few of us went out to see what damage had been done and where it had been done.
My son's house had no bullet holes. We saw no damage to neighbors' houses. My son went across the street to where he parked his semi truck. Nothing there.
Then he started to laugh. When he was finally able he pointed to my car. I had four flat tires!
No they were not shot. I had little money and desperately needed different tires. They had chosen that day to all explode and go flat.