10 May, 2015

The Rumour Mill Takes Off

10 May 2015
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R. Linda:

I thought moving farther out to the boonies would be a tranquil experience. I live on the edge of a forest and technically in one before they built a few homes in it so now my area be not considered IN the forest, but an old part of it, whatever. With that in mind, you think not much goes on in a community of a few hundred people and thousands of tall pines. But things do go on like yesterday for example.

It was mid-afternoon when I was looking at the beaver-less pond in the front of the abode, thanking the powers of the universe that there were none of those critters there to harass me. The air carried a slight breeze scented with lilac and the day was simply gorgeous. I inhaled a breath of the lilac and pine-scented air and when I opened me eyes I thought I saw flashing blue lights in the distance, up where the road would be. Faeries? Blue faeries? Out here in the wilderness? I stood there and more flashing blue lights, and then more and more until I lost count and realised those were police lights, not blue faeries!

I wondered what be going on? So I walked the long trek down me driveway (yes I do have one, I know unique to me) and then took a path into the woods that overlooked the road below. Now me road is a back road, certainly not a main thoroughfare so to see one police cruiser is a novelty, but to see as many as I did (a parking lot full) be rather a stunner. The amount of unmarked police cars was just as crazy.

Look here:

Look at them all!

I stood there watching more and more state police cruisers come quietly in, lights flashing and part way down the road they went. There were police in bulletproof vests with machine guns and all this began to register in me brain that something be greatly amiss. I had never seen a police presence like that in a remote area. A city yes, but out here in the sticks?

The reason became clear later, but at that time I had no clue. Watching the police turn away the occasional vehicle from the road and horseback rider, made me more curious. I will say a heavy police presence was not the way I thought I'd meet me neighbours but that's what happened. A man who lives two long distances away from me came up and told me what he thought was happening.

"Some guy is barricaded in someone's house down there. He's waving a gun and this is the result."

Then the guy's wife came up looking for the hubby and says, "No, I heard he has kidnapped a small child."

Well then, that explained it more. But neither of those was true though they both had an ounce of truth in them I found out later.

Then the policeman waving the occasional car away started walking towards us. I thought he would tell us to disperse but he asked if any one of us owned the house way back in the woods. I said I did and he said they were evacuating me neighbour across the way and could she and her kiddos stay with us. Well certainly says I. But she decided instead, like a typical woman, to go shopping!

Me neighbour standing next to me asked the officer what was going on and he said something about a high-speed chase gone very wrong and that was it.

It wasn't five minutes later, me neighbour on me other side came up and said he heard on his police scanner (I know some people have nothing better to do) that the man who lived down the road was involved in a road rage incident and was holed up in his abode.

We were all so confused as to what was really going on. Then to our utter astonishment, an armoured police tank came rolling in. Holy Moly was this guy a terrorist? Had we got it wrong?

Look here:

Tank arrives

How many terrorists were there? That's what me neighbour's wife asked, her eyes bugging out of her head. Was there a militia gone wrong down there? This is the Live Free or Die state. Who knew? We watched as the armoured vehicle made its way a little down the road.

Armoured Vehicle on its way down the road

For all appearances with so many unmarked cars it looked like a party gone wrong, but those cars, make no mistake, were police. An ambulance rolled on by and we were primed for gunfire to start.  Whatever was going on it did not look good.

The interesting thing was we couldn't see but maybe three heavily armed officers, the rest had surrounded the house which was deep in the woods as is almost all the homes where I live. We had no view of anything for the trees and being the homes are acres apart, it is hard to hear or see anything. So we were mostly still in the dark, though we were more apt to believe we had terrorists in our midst, but that didn't make much sense, there is no one out here! Unless there was covert activity. I tell ya we were all talking crazy by this time.

This went on for hours and as it happened, more neighbours came out of the woods with lawn chairs and bottles of beer to watch the show. I was stunned. The officer keeping watch on the road didn't seem to care he was too busy with the situation at hand. I was gobsmacked at the party atmosphere that was taking hold in a possibly dangerous situation not far from us. I tell ya! Americans -- anything for a gathering to socialise!

I did find out a story about the same area of woods across from me while all the hoopla was going on. I was told a summer ago three or four males were running naked through the woods. Someone saw them on the horse trails and called the local authorities. They were arrested the next day, two of them from Rhode Island. How they were identified I haven't a thought in me head. But they were caught. Why they were running around without clothes, I also don't know and have not a thought on that either. Seems I have moved to an interesting and bizarre area. Who knew?

I thought with all the craziness of the chemical scare, the thieving beavers, and the general silliness of me old neighbourhood, I was set to live a boring and sedate life. Not so R. Linda!

Just as quietly as all this started, it ended. No shootout, the man came quietly (or at least I think he did). The men in blue packed him in a squad car and they drove by our silent selves who were waiting to get a look at the bad hombre.

The bad hombre turned out to be an 85-year-old grumplson. Seems the "incident" started in the town over from me. Road rage, yes the old geezer waved a pistol at a man on the side of a road arguing with him, and that man reported his ancient arse to the local authorities who raced up to his abode to arrest his wrinkled arse. Only the old geezer wasn't leaving the house and locked himself in! So there. After a standoff that lasted from afternoon to early evening, the boys in blue negotiated terms that led to the unlocking of the door and giving his old self up to the law.

I ask you does this look like he needs all that police presence?

Watch out! (Photo courtesy police dept)

I won't mention the man's name or where he lives as it is, he is innocent until proven otherwise. But really?

Gabe
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7 comments:

mobit22 said...

I miss the beaver s.LOL poor old man,probably scared stuff.LOL your day sounds better than shoveling snow!

mobit22 said...

Meant stiff.

Weaz said...

WOTTTT? I leavies and all da excitement happens sos Iz comin backie Gabie

Gabriel O'Sullivan said...

Still shovelling huh? I on the other hand (when there be peace and quiet) am enjoying the spring warmth and flowers. Yes I be.

Gabriel O'Sullivan said...

Yup, they waited until you left and then sprang the excitement! By the way, you can turn your wicked self around and stay put, I be sure nothing more will be happening. Yup.

mobit22 said...

Spring? Never heard of it. What is it?

Fionnula said...

crazy thats all i've got to say