Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Always respect the ladies

In our state we have laws that were designed to do something about domestic violence. In this state, among other things, assaulting your: husband/wife, son/daughter/girlfriend/boyfriend/gay or lesbian lover/aunt/uncle and so on is supposed to be illegal. The law, as it's written, is pretty cut and dried. Some people understand it while others just figure they can do what they want.

Officers got a call to an apartment one day where an older guy (60's) was drunk and giving a lady a hard time. Someone called his daddy, who was well up in his 80's but had it all together. Sonny let loose with a string of cuss words and Daddy, not liking that told him "I told you to never cuss in front of a lady." Smack! Slapped him so hard it almost knocked him out of his chair. Since this happened in front of the Officers, they had no choice but to take Daddy with them. He understood fully, but was still upset with Sonny for cussing in front of a lady.

Always respect your Daddy and ladies.

I can't see where I shot him...

Bobby Diamond got a disturbance call early one evening at a duplex well-known to everyone. Momma and Son had a disagreement over the $700.00 + cell phone and pager bill he racked up. This was in the days long before cheap minutes.

Anyway, about the time Bobby gets to the front door he hears one shot inside. That's all it took for him to call for backup, which was on the way anyhow. When we got inside we found that during the disagreement Son moved toward Mom in a threatening manner, she reached under the bed and got her gun. Pow. One shot above the left eye dropped him like a sack o' taters. She went to jail, and he went to the hospital because it didn't kill him. Least ways not right then.

Son died the next day and the funeral parlor folks did an excellent job patching the hole, which was pretty good sized. You could tell where it was, so they pulled a ball cap low on his forehead to cover the body work For him it looked somewhat natrual.

Not long before the funeral one of the deputies brought Mom out to the parlor so she could see him one last time since she was going to miss the services. There she was, hands cuffed behind her back, trying to get the ball cap off. "I just want to see where I shot him." Should have took a picture before the cops got there.

As a side note, she was a pretty good shot. One of her former husbands can attest to that. She shot him 7 times one night. He's still alive.

Trying to get it going again.....

My train has jumped it's tracks and I've not been on here for a long time. I need to get back at it, just too much other stuff going on to really set myself down. But I'll try to do better. I promise.