Last Saturday evening I heard sirens blaze by my house and also up on the main road in eyesight from my house. The next morning my parents and I were on our way to church when my mom was complaining of all the trash in the ditches and on the side of our street. It just looks awkward in such a rural area. That's when my dad commented "Hey, there's a brand-new boot! What's that doing out here?!"
As most typical college students can relate, the closest thing to "news" I get is an update entailing what my friend did last night via Facebook albums. Jesse normally fills me in on the Obama administration and my brother lets me know about sports, but I rarely care enough to stay focused the entire conversation. Beyond that, I'm clueless. So, my mom filled me in this evening on what those sirens were all about..
Apparently, there was a truck on fire about a quarter mile down the road from my house Saturday night. It belonged to an elderly women, about 85-87 years old. The truck was parked near her home. The woman hadn't been sited for the next few days. Tuesday, she was found stabbed to death on a bike trail just minutes from her home. Police report they found some of her belongings including a new boot not far from her home.
Sad. Apparently the guy who killed her lived across the street from her. Which is like, a quarter mile from my house. Why on Earth would anyone want to kill someone that elderly with so much wisdom to share? God rest her soul..
Another eerie factoid: I was driving home from school today and saw a dead dog on the side of I-94. It was pretty sick. This evening, I went to see Watchman with Jesse. Besides the fact that I don't recommend the movie at all unless you're in to super-hero's and blood, there was a dead dog in that movie that looked exactly like the one I saw on the side of the road. SICK.
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