This poor kid...nabbed from his mother by his father, at gunpoint, kept inside during a police standoff, then most likely seeing his father shot to death on the front porch. He may be alright physically but little man is in for a world of hurt in dealing with this one, methinks.
Sam, Ryan, Pam, and I had brunch at Evening Star Cafe on Sunday, not a mile from where this happened. WTF, mate? Crazy shit is at the door no matter where you live, what you do, or where you go.
Not for nothing, but a woman in my rowing group lives across the street from the house where this happened. She and her family were trapped in their house until 5 pm yesterday afternoon, fearful of doing so much as letting their dogs out back. Yeesh.
posted by ADD @ 10:28
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