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Tuesday, August 30, 2005
More Bang Bang
A few weeks ago someone with an automatic weapon opened fire across the street, killing a man and injuring others. Police, of course, assumed that the gunman was from the yellow apartments and they spent several days harrassing residents over there with the result that things have been quiet. Then toward the end of last week, things began to heat up again. I heard lots and lots of late night yelling/screaming/cursing.
On Sunday night the noise lasted until after 3:00 A.M. Last night the noise was right up there, comparable to the worst of the bad old days. Beginning before dark, some woman wasn't happy about the way her children acted and chewed them out at well over eighty decibels. She did this time and time again. After midnight she was still screaming that if they didn't hurry up and come indoors, she was going to lock them out when they did want to come in. They screamed back sassy, disrespectful defiance. Lots of cursing on both sides. Then other voices added to the confusion. I began to wonder why no one called the police. This situation clearly headed for physical violence. Louder and louder and louder and later and later. Foul-mouthed, angry, mean-spirited, hateful and wrong, the dysfunctional family waged a war of words. And finally, there it was...the automatic weapon. Bang. Bang. Bang. Terrible screaming and wailing. And after a while, quiet. I didn't even get up to look, didn't even look toward the window blinds to see if police car lights flashed in the dark out there. My only feeling about it was this; next time I wish the shooter would get started earlier in the festivities.
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