I saw the police car, or rather it’s blur, fly past my house yesterday while I was home for lunch. Lights and siren whaling. I thought, “Hmm he’s in a hurry. Must be a bad wreck.” A little over an hour later I returned to work and something was wrong. There were a lot of people in the office. I asked what the party was and received scowls. Only a few minutes earlier One of our employees had answered the phone and was called away by the State Police. You see her sister and brother-in-law, had been murdered only half a mile from my house. I called my wife at this point as she would be heading home from her job, and I told her to lock the doors and load the pistol. When she later left for her other job which would only take an hour and a half, she wisely took our teen-age girls with her. Last night I slept with the loaded pistol on my beside table. When I woke this morning I looked and saw that I had laid it on top of my bible. “Hmm.” I thought to myself “We sure aren’t Obama people are we?”