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Writer’s Block
By Norm Seeley | July 23, 2006
Once again this is the fourth or fifth time I have attempted to write a blog.
Just not liking what I am writing down. Maybe it’s the subjects. Maybe it’s the style. Maybe it’s the lack of style. Maybe it’s all of the above.
It’s a good thing I don’t depend on blogging to make a living. I would be in serious trouble.
It’s been really hot here, so what else is new for Arizona, so what else is new for the US this summer. Weather is always worth some thoughts and words.
Readership on the blog is down from a high in about the second month of being on the internet. That would be good for a word or two.
Three men attempted to rob an armored van at the Arizona Casino, which isn’t far from here, last Friday. After a high speed chase, one was captured. There were helicopters, police and press in the air most of Friday morning.
Good for something.
All the money was recovered along with the other men yesterday.
Staying in the house today, wanting to be cool, this afternoon we watched as four Scottsdale police officers with guns drawn, took into custody a neighbors son from the sidewalk right in front of our bedroom/office window. Is that glass bullet proof. I know it isn’t double pane. Heat comes through, I guess a bullet would too.
That’s a nice thought.
Topics: Scottsdale | 9 Comments »
July 23rd, 2006 at 9:56 pm
You forgot to mention that no shots were fired and the guy was arrested without trouble. It just gets scary to see cops with guns drawn in your front yard. We live in an otherwise quiet neighborhood.
July 23rd, 2006 at 10:22 pm
Had there been shots fired, I would have had more to write about.
I mentioned only what we saw. Guns drawn, never mentioned anything about anything else cause there wasn’t any thing else. What you see is what you get and what I wrote about.
July 23rd, 2006 at 10:44 pm
Talk about talking to yourself!!
July 24th, 2006 at 8:49 am
It’s what I do best.
July 24th, 2006 at 8:15 pm
Norm. . . .
Were you in ‘Vegas when the Los Angeles Street gang came and robbed one of the casinos and made their get away?
I understand that none of the gang members were ever seen again, except for one of their bodies apparently mysteriously appeared out in the desert somewhere.
Do you suppose that the Indian casinos have the same protection service — the mafia — that so many of ‘Vegas casinos seemed to have?
July 24th, 2006 at 9:17 pm
Las Vegas, just like Phoenix/Scottsdale is surrounded by desert.
July 26th, 2006 at 8:38 am
A couple of decades ago, we had a murder in the neighboring town, but the fellow lived just up the street, with a nice neighbor lady.
The cops came through looking, and we expected that. The interesting thing was that that was simply that. She took the name off her home’s facade and everything settled down.
I imagine that it was quite a painful chapter for her. We’ve been there, but not with such a close friend or relative. The rest of life goes on.
Point is, keep on keeping on, and treat your neighbors as usual. They will have to sort through the mess themselves and it would be nice if their neighbors will just be normal until it passes. Because it will pass.
July 26th, 2006 at 9:17 am
There is no question that our neighbor has a lot of pain over her son. We have talked with her in the past few months about it. As to the police, it’sthe first time we have seen them here with guns drawn and right there in our front yard.
I did not see a weapon on our neighbor’s son,so I’m not sure that having guns out was really necessary. But even though I was close, that wasn’t nor is it my decision to make. It has to be left to the police officers. Although I have had the same training that they have had, it’s been many years and even 15 feet away gives one a totally different view. I also did not have any clue as to what the young man had been up to or even said.
We, especially Karen has been very spportive, and we will continue to do what we can, when we can for our neighbor.
July 27th, 2006 at 8:35 am
I used to work in a crack neighborhood, and I remember the feeling of being caught on the edge of a take-down. The poor lady must be dying of shame–and fear for her child.
Thank goodness she has understanding neighbors around. She may need you.