... just a few blocks away from where we live. It's our local bank branch, in fact. And we drove by about a half hour after it went down.My heart goes out to the families of the guards who were killed. The Bride often takes our kids there first thing in the morning, whenever she needs to hit an ATM or deposit a check, and would regularly watch the armored guards, doing their jobs, protecting the morning deposit.
The four perpetrators are still at large.
Update (11:10 a.m.): According to the Philadelphia Inquirer, police are seeking only one gunman.
Update (Friday, Oct. 5): The Philadelphia Daily News has the whole story.
Update (Sunday, Oct. 7): There is a suspect in custody, and reportedly, he has confessed.
Jesus, Duane, what the hell's happening in Philadelphia? It was never the most peaceful place (in all the places I've ever lived, I was held up only once - in Philadelphia), but this year it seems to be unravelling.
ReplyDeleteI think it's the corrosive influence of tall Polish crime writers.
How else to explain it?
I'm happy your family didn't get caught up in that. It gives me chills just thinking about it.
I misread the story earlier, I thought they had them in custody. Incredible. Didn't realize it was THAT close to home...
ReplyDeleteI realize that stuff happens everywhere. But, when you see this sort of thing on the news, you think, "oh, that's there, not where I live."
ReplyDeleteWell, this incident hit me right at home. Like Duane said, I bank there often with the brood in the backseat. The men who were shot, are most likely the men I've watched filling the ATM. I've sat there and wondered about them and their job; how dangerous it must be.
Sadly, our son is now talking about robbers, guns and stealing money. How he is the police and going to "get them". He doesn't know anyone died, and I don't plan on telling him. I'm not sure if that is the right choice, but it bothers me so much that he's already play-acting what he's heard.
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families of the fallen guards and to the injured guard. I hope the police succeed in finding the gunman.
It's so weird...we write fiction about this stuff, and we try to protect our families, and somewhere in between there's this protective barrier formulated from imagination and denial. I make up all kinds of scary stories for my kids, but reality is always worse, not for them, but for me.
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