Let’s all get a gun! It’s the self-defense craze that’s sweepin’ the nation. Click that link, and read about a unique family tragedy (aren’t they all? Unique?) out in the ‘burbs, in which a 74-year-old woman killed her 17-year-old grandson, and no one can exactly say why.
She was afraid of the kid, her lawyer said. The kid wasn’t threatening at all, his father said. He said “from Arizona,” I should add, because that’s why the boy was living with his grammy — to finish high school here, which he should have done this spring. His parents had already decamped for sunny Scottsdale, but the boy stayed behind.
Here’s what we learned today: She emptied the clip into him. He was said to have “approximately” eight entrance or exit wounds, two slugs in his body and the 911 operator heard three more shots after he called for help.
I’m interested in knowing a lot more about this case. But the main thing I already know is: Some people shouldn’t have guns. Probably most people shouldn’t have guns. And yet: Everybody and their damn brother has a gun.
Folks, I got a couple irons in the fire at the moment, and have little energy or inclination to blog. How about a picture? The other day I went out looking for Detroit blight, and found myself on the same street where I took the French journalists four years ago. They wanted to see the $1 houses, and they saw some. The street was bad then, and it’s worse now, well over half gone, with the few holdouts looking sad and increasingly tenuous. This one sort of broke my heart, because it’s so classic from the outside. Probably was someone’s dream house, not even that long ago. And now? Well.
It is looking like a beautiful week, however. Enjoy it.