tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post1892041658245385302..comments2024-03-28T11:25:28.341-04:00Comments on Writers Who Kill: My Mysterious AdventureJim Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-49071648913638590072019-09-17T20:05:10.349-04:002019-09-17T20:05:10.349-04:00Me, too, Kaye!Me, too, Kaye!Paula Gail Bensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08843350597811462936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-48289207211761851512019-09-17T19:30:34.262-04:002019-09-17T19:30:34.262-04:00I think I'd be awfully terrified after the act...I think I'd be awfully terrified after the act, to think that someone had shot at me! You could have been hit. Glad it turned out OK!Kaye Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05596677617002735674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-9736457618813420362019-09-17T17:40:05.645-04:002019-09-17T17:40:05.645-04:00Margaret, I've dealt with street debris, too. ...Margaret, I've dealt with street debris, too. It's so frustrating to pick up nails in tires from a construction site. Dealing with the egging, shattered windows, and critters sounds formidable!<br /><br />Susan, I didn't. I'll have to check the local media to see if anything similar was reported.<br /><br />Warren, we need to look out for each other!<br /><br />Kathleen, I admire so much the work you did. Once, when I was serving as a guardian ad litem, another lawyer working on the case insisted on driving me to the neighborhood to conduct interviews because he had a car that "could withstand damage."<br /><br />Grace, what a nerve racking ordeal. I'm glad the car was found, but sorry about the lost coat. Paula Gail Bensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08843350597811462936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-41385076897408362782019-09-17T16:43:12.453-04:002019-09-17T16:43:12.453-04:00Wow! What an experience, Paula. Lucky you weren...Wow! What an experience, Paula. Lucky you weren't on the interstate. One evening, my husband called me to say that our car had either been towed or stolen. My three-year-old who was on the extension said, "You are in big TROUBLE." The car had been stolen and my husband reported it. About midnight we received a call saying that it had been found in adjoining Maryland left on the side of the road. Apparently, someone wanted a ride home and didn't want to take the Metro. We had a smashed window, and a messed up ignition. The thing my husband was most upset about was the thief stole his prized duffle coat from the backseat. Grace Toppinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10291304815273486038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-20576489218962714872019-09-17T12:14:49.177-04:002019-09-17T12:14:49.177-04:00I used to teach in a high-crime area of Baltimore....I used to teach in a high-crime area of Baltimore. Many of the people with whom I worked had their cars stolen or vandalized. <br /><br />My car was immune to theft. To begin with, it was an ancient Toyota Tercel, the likes of which no self-respecting car thief would be caught dead driving. And it had a standard transmission, which very few of today's casual car thieves can drive. The ones who can are looking for luxury sports cars, not underpowered putt-putts.<br /><br />The body wasn't exactly pristine, and if it was ever vandalized, I didn't notice. I did one time come out to find a flat tire, and it is quite possible that it had been shot--we had heard what might have been gunfire earlier in the day (not a hugely unusual occurrence.) KM Rockwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03973749764907859829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-89371343859007272742019-09-17T11:53:50.901-04:002019-09-17T11:53:50.901-04:00You too? I was assigned a rental car with a hole i...You too? I was assigned a rental car with a hole in the sidewall that allowed part of the innertube to stick out like a balloon. If it had popped while I was driving at high speed....? WWK writers, be very careful. Warren Bullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07789270258599769915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-73047845244007474812019-09-17T10:34:11.416-04:002019-09-17T10:34:11.416-04:00I don't suppose you checked the later area new...I don't suppose you checked the later area newspapers for snipers shooting at random? What a world we live in where that is a real possibility! Glad you weren't hurt.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14080938779828043023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-20067294842177760212019-09-17T08:35:06.574-04:002019-09-17T08:35:06.574-04:00When it rained in Atlanta, all the sharp metal deb...When it rained in Atlanta, all the sharp metal debris washed into the street in front of my house. I had a flat tire every six months, the result of roofing nails, push pins in the sidewall (fatal), and metal scraps. But never a bullet.<br /><br />My car was "egged" and the windows smashed. But never shot at.<br /><br />I've had tree toads, bats, and birds in the house, and a yellow jacket nest in the wall worthy of a Hitchcock movie ("The Bees"). But never a bullet hole in a window or wall.<br /><br />Looking forward to what happens next.Margaret S. Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07979191318652199350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-51436455651053578132019-09-17T07:12:48.704-04:002019-09-17T07:12:48.704-04:00Annette, I hope there is another explanation for m...Annette, I hope there is another explanation for me, too. But, you're right. There's a story in the experience.Paula Gail Bensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08843350597811462936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-32358902461322188902019-09-17T05:09:12.677-04:002019-09-17T05:09:12.677-04:00I've never been shot at, Paula, if that's ...I've never been shot at, Paula, if that's what you mean! Wow. I'm sure this will make it into one of your stories in one way or another. You may have dodged a bullet, but you've had a great tidbit of story research dropped in your lap. Or in your tire, as the case may be! Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.com