Sometimes I
feel like my life is one continuous Coast to Coast show. Thursday proved it.
I headed to
my rental in Euclid to meet a prospective tenant. The interview went OK but there
were a few areas of concern. I was not
completely at peace. After the meeting I left for a bite to eat. During the
drive to get food I called a few people and asked their opinion. Ruth said pray
about it, Eliot the same and Paul said go with your gut feeling.
I accidentally
passed the entrance to the restaurant so took the street after it and thought I
would just loop around. I mindlessly drove the length of the street while missing
a few side streets that would have led back to the place I wanted to go. As I
went to turn around I spotted a restaurant I never been to before. So instead
of my first choice I decided to get something to eat there.
I asked the
man what do you have cheap, I just want a snack. He recommended something and I
said fine that’s what I want. Right now I will omit the name of the restaurant as
this story is still unfolding. He asked how my day was going. I replied been
real busy at my rental cleaning and painting it. OH yeah, well I am looking for
a place. With that I made a more formal introduction and gave him my contact
info. He turned out to be the owner. I said I believe in divine connections and this seems like one. He agreed. We made tentative plans to meet later.
I may as
well add this bit to my story though it has little to do with it. As I
approached the parking lot where my van was a car pulled in and parked next to
it. Out came a boy and his mother. For what reason I am not sure but the boy
stopped and just stared at the back of my van. He looked mesmerized and so
solemn. Not the look a little boy should have. I conjectured it must be the
Trump bumper sticker. I am sure by now you guessed the color of the boy and no
- it’s not yellow or white. His mom then got out and as I neared my van I said
loudly you like Trump? Trump’s great isn’t he? The mom just laughed and laughed
as she walked away. The boy never changed his expression. Weird.
So back to
the rental to continue working. I wrapped things up about 7 not paying much
attention to the constant blaring of sirens. Maybe I got a bit hardened who
knows. Monday while working on the same house I look out the window and noticed
my neighbor outside peering down the street. I said what’s up? Look! OH that’s why
the sirens. Cops were surrounding a house with guns drawn. I go back to
painting.
Anyway… back
to Thursday. I leave and cop after cop car go zooming past me and then a hook
and ladder screams by. That’s when I noticed that’s the street my other rental
is on. I start thinking wonder if it is my rental… it could be my rental… hey
it is my rental what the hey is going on? The street was blocked so I pulled in
a neighbors drive to look and sure enough there are cops with guns drawn
leaning up against my house. Another patrol car skids to a stop; a policeman
jumps out with his assault rifle and loads it on the run. Instead of sticking around
I decide to go home to eat, big deal, swat, police surrounding my house, guns
and weapons drawn, I’ll watch the news, I am going to eat, hmm maybe I am
hardened.
That was about
7:15 pm, at 9pm I return to my rental that I was painting but not before passing
by my other rental house. A huge van marked mobile crime unit or something like
that along side of multiple cruisers with lights flashing were still blockading the street.
I leave the scene. My
cell rings it is the owner of the restaurant. Hello are you at the house? I am
pulling in right now. OK I see you. Talk about timing, he was right behind me,
hmmmm!
He looks at the
house, loves it and is anxious to move in. After he left the neighbor next door comes out
and asks hey is that your house being surrounded on the street over? We thought they got Shawn.
NO, Shawn is in Columbus but I will be finding out shortly what is happening, I
am heading over there. I proceed to tell my neighbor about the man I just met and whom I may rent the
house to. He said really, I know that guy. His daughter was excited and said yay Dad
will have a friend living next door. Another hummina moment.
Paul then drops
by for a visit. I said let’s take a ride and see what is going on. We had to
park down the street and walk. I received clearance from the cops so I could
get to my house. I pound on the door. My tenant just about poops himself as he
thought it was the cops. He tells me about 7:15 or so he just stepped out of
the shower when he heard repeated BANGS, about 8 gun shots in total. That’s all he knows.
Thank God my
tenant is safe but my neighbor well he may be dead. He is such an excellent neighbor
always keeping an eye on my house and informing me whenever he sees something
out of the ordinary. Let’s pray he survives.
I will
update this as I find out more. Until then….
Gotta Go-Go!
Carey
At the same
time the shooting in Euclid happened a shooting occurred in Beachwood. I
watched the news but didn’t see any reporting of the incident in Euclid but all
channels had the Beachwood story. Guess which is the upscale city?
After 8 years of the vilest US president ever our
streets in America are cesspools of violent Godless thugs. Sad!
Update
3-25-17
OK I
received conflicting updates on the shooting incident and my weird Thursday
sort of spilled over into Friday.
First the
update:
The lady across
the street said when she heard the shooting she got on the floor but her
neighbor watched it go down. This is the report I received second hand. XXX (the
neighbor next door to my rental) was shooting as he was backing up into his house
and then slammed the door. It seemed as if he was almost firing at people
fleeing six doors down. She thinks he was shooting at his friend. XXX is OK but
he killed one and two others are critically hurt.
But my
tenant told me: XXX was killed along with one other and another was seriously
wounded. The police are looking for two suspects who fled.
That’s all I
have.
One other interesting tidbit concerning yesterday’s shootings in Euclid
and Beachwood. Both occurred at almost the same time and the victim in
Beachwood is from Euclid.
So how
did my Friday go? OK
except for a Dollar General incident.
I was leisurely shopping, don’t most people
when at Dollar General? I was in the snack aisle. I was going past the next
aisle when I spotted a lady stuffing candy in her purse. I busted her and made
sure she knew it. I said Hey! She gave me a smug look and showed me a bag of
candy as if to say it’s only this. I said you’re stealing? She replied this
doesn’t concern you.
The back and forth then went like this: Sure this concerns
me. Move along it doesn’t. Sure it does. Mind your own business. Each reply from
both of us got louder.
She then
removed the bag and said now get away from me and mind your own business. At
this point the manager came over to see what is going on. I said loudly this
woman is stealing. I put it back and this is none of his business. Get away
from me before I thump you. You stealing and now threating me? Are you? So what
- this does not concern you. You bet it concerns me, your stealing affects me.
Wait till you step outside I am going to beat your white ass! OH so now it’s a white
and black issue, well it isn’t, it’s a right and wrong issue.
By now we were
really loud, yelling loud. I went to the register and she was still jawing and
said again I am waiting for you to step outside. And she did, she stood outside
the door waiting.
The managers
thanked me though I was a bit upset at them that they didn’t do more since I
was threatened in their store. Another worker explained what could we do, we
could be charged since she put the stuff back, we couldn’t hold her. I excused
myself from the line and went to the back of the store to call the police.
I explained
to the dispatcher what was going on and that they should send a car because I
have an attitude, a real bad attitude and if I step outside there will be an
altercation as I am going to defend myself, understand I will defend myself.
Hey a woman
is a woman until she acts like a man then she is my equal and I will take her
out as I would take out any man that violates my personal space or causes
bodily harm. Period.
Anyway back
to the register. I repeated to the cashier my white ass, I am so tired of this
racist crap, this has nothing to do with black vs. white. The cashier who was black
said I agree this race card has been over played.
One manager went outside,
came back in and said she left. I was thanked again.
After my
blood pressure dropped I laughed thinking about that woman. Here is a woman
about the age of 35 or so with a shopping cart filled and yet she is stuffing
candy into her purse. CANDY! Kids steal candy, from a grown woman, CANDY, this is
nuts.
Obama should
feel proud.
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