No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
My Life A Bit South of Normal
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Collision of Deputies
Our local paper (The Times and Democrat) is "reporting two deputies that were involved in a collision Tuesday night were en route to join the search for a man who led authorities on a chase." It goes on to describe details of the incident ". . . both were heading west on Highway 94 to aid in the chase and search for Young when troopers say one of the deputies attempted to make a left turn from the right hand lane. Troopers say the deputy was then struck by the second deputy on the left side."
Memories of Deputy Barney Fife come to mind. I wonder if they let the deputies have more than one bullet?
Oh, and I am happy to report that the suspect was found and arrested.