Drama in Real Life

Yesterday morning, I spent a couple hours wondering about my local library branch. I was unable to find any of the five titles I was searching to borrow. That point is far less significant to what happened when I left.

I should start by stating that I have always been an exceptionally curious guy with the exclusion of screaming police cars and fire trucks. Most people run towards them with camera phones at the ready. I usually go in the opposite direction. I don’t really know why. Perhaps, I have some deep rooted fear of being an “eyewitness,” brought on by what I discovered that young couple doing in the park when I was but, a lad of six?

Moving right along… Directly across the street from the library is St. James Catholic Church. St James is a late ‘50’s- early ‘60’s well manicured complex which includes a school building. In front of and blocking traffic in both directions of St. James were a half dozen police cruisers and the police chief himself. I glanced over and first thought that maybe there was a funeral in progress but, then quickly realized that something else was going on. What? Don’t know, don’t care; I continued to the corner cross street which was no more than a half block away. I was briefly forced to walk in to the street to avoid a mound of snow on the sidewalk.

At the corner was a credit union bank. The parking lot was to may left as I walked by and it was necessary also to walk into that lot to avoid the unplowed snow on the sidewalk. (In a minute you will see this as more significant.)

I continued my walk; I stopped at a store and then eventually arrived home to eat apple pie instead of a healthy lunch. The pie made me sleepy or it was the episode of, “Design on a Dime,” I was half watching. Anywho, I woke up a couple hours later. It was around 4:30pm. I flipped on the TV and the cable news was beginning. Apparently, while I was in the library; the credit union bank was robbed at gun point by a man of my approximate; age, height, weight and race. WTF! Yeah, I said this out loud. Wait, it gets better… While the police were searching for the bank robber they found a body of a half naked man sticking from the snow bank in front of St. James church.

While certainly odd, the body did not appear to have been the result of foul play. We are told that the deceased; walking about without a shirt, outer jacket or coat died somehow; got buried in the snow bank and with 40 degree temperatures, voila! I should offer that the dead man also fit my general description and that the police feel certain that because he was dead for two days at least. He was most likely not connected to the bank job. What an eerie coincidence; I too have been known to on occasion go about half naked, in some ways I am dead inside and, I have never been involved with a bank heist.

Now, the way I see it I dodged two bullets yesterday. I pretty much walked on to two crime scenes in an attempt to remain oblivious. Do you believe that perhaps some deity is trying to tell me something?