Monday morning feel good stories
BNG sends us a link to the story of Julie Dietz, in Boise, Idaho, who was spending a night off from trying to Netflix and chill when she heard someone yelling outside her door. It was a teenager who had been shot by Dietz’ neighbor, Alan Amundson, 53. Julie moved the injured teen inside. Amundson then unleashed a fusillade of gunfire on her home. She called the police and took up a defensive position in view of the front door, her own firearm at the ready. However, Amundson wasn’t brave enough to approach – he sent lead instead. The police arrived and Alan fired at them, as well as Dietz’ home. Finally, he offed himself after wounding an officer. Both the teen and the officer have been released from the hospital.
If you read the story at the link, it’s quite possible that you come away with an entirely different story – they need to send the author back to school.
People keep sending me the story about the 86-year-old woman in Manchester, England who had a large sum of money in her purse, and a thief tried to get it. She beat the criminal away with a package of bacon.
Old folks were feisty this week. The other day in Hillsboro, Missouri, a 77-year-old woman confronted two burglars in her house with a scattergun. The criminals made the smart move – out through her window before she brought the weapon to bear. One of them left so quickly that he left his cellphone behind which led the police to him.
Category: Feel Good Stories
A 77 year old lady and her shotgun scared a couple of criminals so badly that one of them left his cell phone behind, which led police to him We old ones will shoot your thieving asses.
I keep saying, don’t mess with old ladies. We’re cranky! Also, anything at hand can be used for self defense, including bacon.
A small item from chez moi: my orphaned new kitty Miss Punkin Squawkypants, who was dumped by her previous owners, has established herself as a Mousekiller Supreme. This morning, she got the mouse, whacked it, laid it at my feet and I tossed it across my yard. It’s dead, and it had better stay dead.
Good news all around.
Ex….shame on you for insulting Miss Punkin’s offering to you. It’s a cat’s way of showing how much they care. Once when Mrs. Jarhead was complaining about too many felines, apparently some were listening to her remarks. The very next morning right at the door to the Blazer, lay a small non-venomous executed snake that had been tortured to death by the Kitty Klan.
No more complaints from the Mrs.
Oh, I have praised her to the skies, Jarhead. I only tossed it because there’s a hawk with children to feed in the neighborhood, and I didn’t want Miss Punkin Squawkypants eating it because I don’t know where it’s been.
She got plenty of praise, believe me, for being such a might warrior.
Mine caught a fly. And ate it. After doing an imitation of Road Warrior three times around the apartment trying to catch it, and used me as part of the roadway! Next time I’ll just go after it with a 2×4 — less mess to clean up afterwards. 😛
Alan from Boise took the self inflicted taxpayer relief shot.
I worked in Boise for about 6 months. It was my impression that the city people there are conflicted. Many said that they were embarrassed by the crazy nutjob white supremacist reputation of the northern part of the state. When I visited the rest of Idaho, I didn’t see any crazy nutjob white supremacists. It must be my fault, I’m probably a lousy observer. I did see some very pretty country. And, at the time, there were A10s on the Boise airport tarmac. And, again at the time, the center for coordinating all US West wildfires was there. Summers are hot. I accidentally fell out of a working airplane while I was there (it is better to say accident than to admit that I did it on purpose). I have pretty good memories of Boise and yeah, the article fits the vibe I received at the time.
My impression of the people in Boise who complained most about the rednecks in the rest of the state were California transplants working for HO, Micron, etc.
HP….damned tiny keys
Those were not the droids that I was working with …
My best memory was a little hike on Labor Day weekend up from town (I think around Warm Spring Estates) up to that ski area on Shafer Butte. Took me all day to make the round trip.