So, I'm helping my son with his math homework. I hear a boom. Walk out my front door, into my yard. I see 4 cop cars, with a fifth pulling up down at the end of my street. Elapsed time from boom about 20 seconds. My neighbors on either side also come out to prairie dog. Female part of the old couple asks me if it sounded like a gunshot to me. I said yes. In point of fact, it sounded like a shotgun blast, but why quibble? HD (the male half of the old couple) comes out and asks me what I did this time? Anyway, the cops in view are standing around w/o guns drawn, so I make a minute or so of small talk with said neighbors. Find out that there used to be a drug house down at the end of the street (4-5 years back) - But I think the cops were there for the apartments at the end of the street, and I don't think it was drug related (Cops like to do the whole SWAT routine for that, IME) - probably domestic. Since the cops don't appear nervous, I decide I'm not either. Head back in and go back to helping my son with aforementioned homework. When I glance back outside a few minutes later, all the cops are gone, and life is back to normal.
I may have to read the daily zero tomorrow.
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