November 25, 2003
Shots Were Fired
I was the first one at work today. It was kinda cold getting out of my car. Blam! I heard a gun go off. Just east of our office is a farm. I saw a bunch of birds fly away in the field. 'Probably hunting,' I thought. Blam! 'Either hunting or trying to kill some varmit that's doing something wrong on their land.' Blam! It felt weird walking in the direction of the gunfire. 'If they were crazy ("Texas Chainsaw Massacre" was filmed just a block further east...that scene where the girl walks into the store, only to be betrayed and tied up by the store owner? That store is right up the road. They recently rebuilt it to use in the movie "Secondhand Lions.")... if they were half-cocked... if they were trying to shoot me, they'd have a pretty open shot or three before I got to the door. I kept my cool, though, and walked calmly to the door. It was just weird.
I have friends in Poland. I think about them often. For some reason they came to mind as I drove past the deer and zebras this morning. Maybe that's a sign that Warner Bros. Europe is going to pick them up for a label deal. Or maybe it's a sign that Poland will uncover Bin Laden and Saddam Hussein, spilling their blood over a snowy white hillside somewhere. I dunno. Maybe it was just a sign to slow down.
