Man On The Run

Usually, when someone bangs on your door at 4:21 a.m. on Gaston Avenue, it's not going to be somebody you want to see. And unless you want to get jacked, you'd better not open the door until you've peeked outside and assessed that it's a person you know.

So when a loud banging on the front door woke me from a deep sleep this morning, I didn't even consider opening the door until I saw that there was a police squad car in my driveway. The police helicopter flying over our house was also a tipoff that the law had a genuine reason to be getting us out of bed.

I opened the door and a cop says: "There's a guy running from us and we think he might be in your back yard. He's got a gun. Can we look?"

Sure you can.

Three cops poked around our back yard for a while and found nothing but dog poop, which unfortunately one of them stepped in.

Then they left our house dejected. "We've been at this since 2 p.m."