Nothing says ringing in the New Year like erratic gunfire and bullets dropping to Earth at terminal velocity.
How did we get to the top and, for some, near the top of the food chain? It is strange — no, bizarre — how people think.
I actually thought my Uncle Dewey was a man of the world and had a solid take on things. He graduated second in his class at The Frederick DUI School (where, oddly enough, the graduation party was held at the bar across the street) and he held a certificate of small-engine repair from Broadwell’s Garage in Tate, GA. Yet, he could not understand all the hub-bub about Sandy Springs Police Sgt. Dan Nable and the stray bullet that hit his car New Year’s Eve.
“It’s just good ol’ fun,” he said, reflectively, as he took a puff of his Pall Mall cigarette and then looked up toward the sky as if to give off some air of sophistication. “We did it every year up at the ranch and no one got hurt. My whole hunting club was up there and, whooo-eeee, that was a racket for sure!
“It was a good weekend except for all the dead cows we found the next morning. Strange how every year on New Year’s Day, 10 or 12 dead cows. Must be like the whales who beach themselves ‘cause they’re depressed.”
Yep, we’re a strange species.
A 34-year-old man was killed as he and his family counted down the seconds to New Year’s Day. Two bullets, fired by two neighbors, entered the home — one through the window, and the other down from the ceiling — striking the man in the head and killing him.
The cops who work the Underground Atlanta celebration park themselves under a bridge or parking deck around five till midnight. They know. What goes up is going to come down.
A close call for Sgt. Nable
Sgt. Nable was just getting on I-285 from the Riverside Drive ramp and was moving only about 30 mph. The bullet landed on the hood of the car, piercing two layers of metal and coming to rest in the under-insulation of the hood. If he had been going a bit faster the bullet would have landed a lot closer.
There are more and more of these calls every New Year’s Eve and on July Fourth. Don’t let all those cowboy show shoot-‘em-up celebrations fool you. Those bullets don’t evaporate.
Be smart. We don’t have time for all this foolishness. We need to prepare for the winter storm and the certain craving for milk and bread. All is lost on the roadways. Insurance agents are bracing for the onslaught of calls and the cops have a handful of SR-13 forms to hand you when your sliding car comes to rest. We don’t need bullets raining down while we’re all stranded on the side of the road.
Be safe, cowboys!
- By Lt. Steve Rose, View from the Cop blog