The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

15 March 2004

Two doors down

I'd been half-asleep for half an hour when the lights began to play high on the walls. I ignored them and rolled over; it's not like nobody ever got a traffic ticket on this street before.

A few minutes later, I looked up again, and still they were there. World's slowest cop? Maybe, but I didn't think so. And as the pattern started to seem less random, I figured it out: two light bars, minimum.

Something was going on.

I pulled myself up out of bed, fumbled for some semblance of clothing, and ambled outside, trying to look like I did this sort of thing every night about this time. Two ambulances: paramedics from the fire station around the corner in front, the usual emergency-services vehicle behind. No police; no fire engine. I thought I saw some activity behind some living-room windows. Gawkers, I thought, then realized I'd come out to do exactly that.

Four emergency personnel brought the gurney from the house. Its occupant wasn't moving, so far as I could tell, but did seem to be sitting up; I couldn't determine much of anything else. They loaded the gurney into the truck, and I started back inside, satisfied that I'd seen nothing more than some poor soul taken very, very ill.

And as I got to my door, the helicopter passed overhead, a beam of light scanning the ground below it.

Something had been going on.

But with midnight approaching, I decided that maybe I didn't want to know.

Posted at 7:31 AM to City Scene

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Darn-- I thought I was in for a UFO story.

Posted by: Donna at 8:14 AM on 15 March 2004

Sorry to disappoint you. :)

Posted by: CGHill at 8:57 AM on 15 March 2004

Well? What happened?

Posted by: Dan at 3:07 PM on 15 March 2004

Well, there's no indication of any form of foul play, and a friend who's lived in the city for most of her life hinted that the police might have sent out the helicopter on general principles, just to keep an eye on things. If nothing else, it would have enabled someone to collect some flight time and/or pay.

So I'm still quizzical, but I'm not convinced that Great Evil is in our midst, or on my block. Yet.

Posted by: CGHill at 3:21 PM on 15 March 2004

Get used to it. Fairly regularly, there's a Chopper Sweep in our area. Last week, there was a Dual Chopper Sweep, 'round about between you and me. Only thing that happens on my particular street (or used to), is ambulance-in-the-middle-of-the-night. But then again, that lady finally died, so we haven't seen the amboolances since. But Chopper Sweeps are good. Shows the police have nothing better to do, and if they don't have anything better to do, must be a pretty law-abiding area. (ok, this is about where my theory crashes and burns)

Terkish Payne, is it just me, or does everyone wonder if they could hit that chopper with a .22 from here?

Posted by: Terkish Payne at 4:58 PM on 15 March 2004

If the Hefner Division (!) is to be believed, this is indeed a relatively peaceful part of town; their neighborhood-liaison guy hath so proclaimed.

I may be a trifle gun-shy after living over in Gangsta Paradise Lost all those years.

Posted by: CGHill at 7:12 PM on 15 March 2004