By Jim Hagarty
I wrote yesterday about hearing gunshots in my backyard at 3 a.m. when I was up getting some much-needed peanut butter. (My doctor says I am suffering from a severe peanut-butter deficiency, worst case he’s ever seen.)
Well, I survived the day unbloodied and did a visual inspection of my property in the daylight. No signs of gunshot damage anywhere but it’s hard to tell. My backyard looks a bit bombed out these days as it is so a couple of bullet holes would be hard to spot.
In any case, no one I talked to today knew anything about gunman in my backyard so I don’t know what went on. My neighbour suggested some young guys walking down the street with a starter pistol might have been behind it. I hope that’s all it was. My wife was sound asleep in bed so she’s off the hook. She does have some powerful friends, however …
Nothing in the newspaper about it today so I am beginning to doubt my senses.
This was a question my neighbour asked when I told him about it.
“Did you go out into the backyard to check after you heard the shots?”
Yes, that is the first thing I should have done. Always run in the direction of gunfire. My new motto.
All is well. Hopefully, today’s early morning peanut butter frenzy will be uneventful.
