Some idiot drove around and around the block down on the next street.  He was honking his horn and yelling like a banshee.  It might not have been too bad except it was 2:15 a.m.  I figured someone down there was going to be very angry at the ruckus.  I only found it to be annoying but then I wasn’t sleeping.  I turned on the police scanner.  I heard the dispatcher report a man with a gun at that location.

     Nothing gets the boys in blue’s adrenalin rushing quite like a man with a gun call.  I heard the, “on location” come within a mere two minutes.  It was funny how the yelling and the horn honking stopped so abruptly.  The sheer temptation to peek out the front door to see down the street was strong.  I stole a look although DH would kill me if he knew.  There were five cop cars at the end of our street.  I ducked back inside, closed and locked the door, and double-checked my back door to make certain the lock was on.  Then I sat back to listen to the scanner.

     Twenty minutes later, three of the five cop cars drove up my street heading back on patrol.  Two others were still busy at the end of the block.  I guess a walk past the neighborhood gossip’s house might give me some fodder for another post or a scene in one of my books.