Usually I get my news of shootings, .stabbings, abductions and other exciting facts of modern life from the morning news.
Today I got the news secondhand from my neighbor who heard the shots ringing out feet from her apartment.
We have the dubious honor of being situated next to a bowling alley that hosts nightly drinkers and litterbugs who leave their vodka bottles, fast food trash. Syringes, and used condoms for the morning crew to clean up.
Last night someone added a dead body to the trash to be removed.
Last night at 8 p.m. I was engrossed in watching a movie on my laptop with earphones on.
Otherwise I would have head the seven shots whistling past the back fence on their way to the motel to the north of us.
My neighbor, whose son in law is our maintenance person, heard seven shots. She called her daughter, who also had heard them. They called 911 and were asked if it was not firecrackers?
No, we know what gunshots sound like in this day and age.
The police did show up after a while and cordoned off the parking lot.
This was not the first shooting to take place as one finds out from Google god.
I wonder if I have to start sleeping in my bathtub now?
At the very least I will pull recon before venturing out and vary my route to go shopping. I am also rethinking attending any large crowd venue, like the million woman march on the day after the inauguration.
So- this is the new normal. Don’t worry my children, I will not go all survivor and buy a handgun. I am much more of a dead eye with a rifle.