This used to be a sleepy little neighborhood in a quiet little town where nothing ever happened.
BUT! BUT! AND AGAIN, BUT!!
A few days ago, an innocent bystander was shot TO DEATH by a DART cop (and another bystander was shot in the shoulder, requiring surgery) when the DART cop pursued a guy who was trying to use an expired bus pass in a nearby area and who pulled out a gun and shot the DART cop. (He hit right where her heart is–but fortunately she had a Kevlar bulletproof vest on and it was deflected and grazed her upper arm. She then shot him and the two bystanders with a spray of returned fire.)
Now, yes, I’m sure this woman was not a “real cop” and was just a DART cop and was scared and taken aback when the idiot was told to take his hands out of his pockets and he pulled out a gun and SHOT her. Anytime you point a gun at a police officer, you are DEAD, BTW. It is suicide, whether you pull the trigger or it’s a fake gun or not. But anyway, she panicked and she wasn’t a cop who goes to the shootin’ range all the time or whatever, and she hit two bystanders.
What’s so shocking about this?
It was at Arapaho Station in RICHARDSON, TEXAS. Just on the east side of US75 from the library and City Hall!
News item: Bystander dead in shootout at Dallas train station
(AP) RICHARDSON, Texas — A man suspected of starting a shootout with police at a suburban Dallas transit station that left a bystander dead Tuesday was himself found dead a short time later after a second gunfight with pursuing officers, authorities said. The shootout at a Dallas Area Rapid Transit “Red Line” train station in Richardson also wounded two others, including a transit officer who had confronted the man around 3:30 p.m. Tuesday. The shootout started after the driver of a DART bus told a transit police officer at the station that a man who had just boarded was being disorderly, Perlich said. The man, who was walking toward a waiting DART train, opened fire when the officer confronted him. After the transit officer returned fire, the man fled to a nearby warehouse [ALMOST certainly the VentAHood headquarters that’s been there forever, across Greenville Avenue–SC], where he exchanged fire with other officers who pursued him. That’s where he was found dead, Perlich said. One bystander who was shot later died at Medical Center of Plano. [Nearest trauma center.–SC] It was the latest in a string of violent incidents reported recently at DART stations. Last month, a man was shot to death during an argument with three people at a station in downtown Dallas. In December, undercover Dallas police officers shot and killed a suspect who they say brandished a handgun aboard an Amtrak train [almost certainly the Texas Eagle to Chicago!–SC] stopped at Union Station in Dallas, the hub of DART’s rail network. An officer and a bystander were wounded. A few weeks earlier, four juveniles were arrested and charged with murder after a 19-year-old man was shoved against an accelerating DART train at a platform near Fair Park, southeast of downtown Dallas.
They are downplaying this, but the bystander who survived says he knows it was the officer’s bullet that hit him. They also say that the perp shot himself in the head and was not killed by the officer. The bystander who was shot appears to have had disabilities. This just slays me, it is SO UNFAIR.
A week ago, a man was shot in the stomach at the Pearl Street DART station. He was also killed. But that didn’t worry me as much as this incident, because the man was already in a push-and-shove argument with the two men who had the guns, and that was downtown. It was worrisome, but not like having it happen in your own side yard. I mean, when we moved here in 1967, this was the boonies! Roads were not even all paved! We could walk down Custer and see horses and cows and llamas in the pasture! Cotton fields were just north of us (our neighborhood is built on cotton land . . . possibly also a Choctaw burial ground, as far as I am concerned). Now it is the middle of town.
I have been after my mother to let me take her on a joy ride on the DART train down to the Mockingbird Station (she doesn’t want to go underground, which it does at CityPlace, the next stop south) because she is a train fancier and that is like riding a Six Flags ride, as far as I am concerned. But now . . . she wouldn’t go for anything. I would be afraid to take her, anyhow. We’d be targets because we’d be on the “handicapped” platform and would be riding in front of the train with her walker. She won’t get the experience.
The neighborhood e-newsletter has been filled with incidents of people stealing the tires (!!) off of cars and trucks in the night. You could be parked in your own driveway or in the street–didn’t matter. If you had nice tires of a size that’s in demand, they’d steal it. This is all over our development. Today’s e-mail tells us that someone stole the wheels (!!!) off a truck on the street where we used to live, and left the truck up on cinderblocks. Now, THAT’S AGGRESSIVE.
Then we went through the Burger King drive-through to get all of us burgers (the Pomeranian eats a Whopper Jr. without cheese–he LOVES cheese, but has asthma) and noticed that last night some idiot got back there and painted graffiti all over the back of the adjacent building. Good grief! We never had any graffiti. Nobody ever used to steal street signs.
I am praying to win the lottery so we can move next door to Clint Eastwood. Saw the Pebble Beach Celebrity Golf tourney today and decided that the area is perfect for us. Mama’s hero, Ray Romano, made some sublime golf shots. Beautiful ocean full of sea lions. A breeze off the sea. That neighborhood would be safe enough for us. We’re on our way.
I already HAVE the classy piano. (Never mind that she doesn’t QUITE come up to concert pitch and that the next-to-lowest F goes out of tune faster)
And the Pomeranian.