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There are armed men on my roof
Sep. 4th, 2005 09:11 amI just spoke with a police officer who was in the middle of using my ladder to get on the roof of my house. Finally I know what's going on.
When I got back from a dinner outing last night, there was a loud party going on in one of the apartment buildings nearby. I woke up around 3am to hear boisterous voices in the street. I woke up again around 6:30 to the sound of a distant argument and a popping noise that might have been a gunshot. A half hour later, I heard a loudspeaker in the distance, and about five minutes after that, it was right outside our house. It was the police demanding that somebody come out with their hands up. This demand was repeated, with the further observation, "We're not going to go away."
Denys and I peeked out, and saw the police car in front of the house. Denys went back to bed, I started some coffee brewing, and when I peeked out again, I could see a police car at the bottom of the hill in the middle of the intersection, lights flashing. Later I saw that there were cops behind a car across the street, one of them with a rifle.
This is now close to two hours after the loudspeaker announcement. A while ago, I went out to pick some raspberries in my backyard and heard a voice from what sounded like the front of the house. I went back in and looked through the window, and there was a cop in body armor with a rifle standing in my front yard. A few minutes later, I saw him peeking around the house next door, and then I heard the sound of the ladder being moved from where we store it outside. I finally went out to ask what was going on.
The friendly officer said he hadn't realized anyone was home. (Denys had gone out, much to my amazement, to do some grocery shopping a half hour ago.) The officer explained that a woman with a shotgun is holed up in her apartment and refusing to come out. Apparently she fired her shotgun at the party, but it doesn't sound like she shot at anybody. A couple of officers might need to get on our roof, I guess because of the angle on the apartment.
Okey-dokey, officer. Maybe I should get under the bed with the dust bunnies?
When I got back from a dinner outing last night, there was a loud party going on in one of the apartment buildings nearby. I woke up around 3am to hear boisterous voices in the street. I woke up again around 6:30 to the sound of a distant argument and a popping noise that might have been a gunshot. A half hour later, I heard a loudspeaker in the distance, and about five minutes after that, it was right outside our house. It was the police demanding that somebody come out with their hands up. This demand was repeated, with the further observation, "We're not going to go away."
Denys and I peeked out, and saw the police car in front of the house. Denys went back to bed, I started some coffee brewing, and when I peeked out again, I could see a police car at the bottom of the hill in the middle of the intersection, lights flashing. Later I saw that there were cops behind a car across the street, one of them with a rifle.
This is now close to two hours after the loudspeaker announcement. A while ago, I went out to pick some raspberries in my backyard and heard a voice from what sounded like the front of the house. I went back in and looked through the window, and there was a cop in body armor with a rifle standing in my front yard. A few minutes later, I saw him peeking around the house next door, and then I heard the sound of the ladder being moved from where we store it outside. I finally went out to ask what was going on.
The friendly officer said he hadn't realized anyone was home. (Denys had gone out, much to my amazement, to do some grocery shopping a half hour ago.) The officer explained that a woman with a shotgun is holed up in her apartment and refusing to come out. Apparently she fired her shotgun at the party, but it doesn't sound like she shot at anybody. A couple of officers might need to get on our roof, I guess because of the angle on the apartment.
Okey-dokey, officer. Maybe I should get under the bed with the dust bunnies?
