This is a busy month for me and I don’t have quite as much time for free writing as usual. Here are a couple of things that bear a quick mention.
Fiance shot? Pick him or the job–A few weeks back here in Greenville, we had a story in which a guy spotted a bank robber and tried to call the cops. The bank robber saw David Dill making the call and shot him. Meanwhile, Tammy Rochester, Dill’s fiance, was driving on her postal route not far away. Since then, Dill has been recovering from his gunshot wounds. Rochester meanwhile lost her job with the U.S. Postal Service for going to the crime scene and hospital. I’ve recently had mail carriers who refused to deliver mail if a trash can or car was too close to my mailbox. There is another who spends five minutes honking in front of my house before she will get up off her tail and deliver a package. There was another who just didn’t deliver the mail. None of them got fired, near as I can tell. I’m considering telling the USPS my carrier went to care for a dying mother. Maybe that will get her canned. [Update: The USPS, no doubt under the scrutiny of three TV news stories and a couple newspaper stories, changed its mind and called its actions “unreasonable.” Rochester now has her job back.]
Wait for it…–This story is just about as horrible as they come. It’s pretty much every nightmare I’ve ever had wrapped into one. If the story the husband tells is true, I hope for him a peace I suspect will never come. I almost hope he is telling the truth. Hope and belief, however, are two different things. I’m just saying, if the same thing happened to my family and me, I’d be dead trying to save my family before you saw me going for help. I can’t and won’t judge, because I don’t know anything more on this case. I do, however, know guys who can look at one skid mark and tell if the dude is telling the truth. I’ll listen to them. Either way, the case makes me nauseous.