Well, we would talk about the frigging snow, for sure, and any hideous driving stories and the shoveling and the fact that there is more frigging snow to come. He would sip his beer, she would sip her Martini and I would sip my Pepsi.
I know we would talk about this story, for sure. Snowbound Drivers Robbed at Gunpoint. Sheesh. These three dirt balls--two adults and a 15 year old--were pretending to be good Samaritans then they would show a gun and take belongings from the people they "help". Ironically, they got stuck after one of their robberies in the snow in the 9300 block of Hillcrest. That is where the police found them and arrested their sorry, sorry butts. In the vehicle they were driving was the gun holster, stolen IDs and credit cards to name a few items.
It is kind of a funny news story. I spent some time in my mind trying to create the proper punishment--getting their heads stuffed in several sloppy wet cold snowbanks has a great deal of appeal--but then I became a little bit sad. Are we coming to a place where our default position out in public is going to have to be one of distrust in order to protect ourselves and our possessions? Where everyone approaching is viewed as a "stranger in the yard"? Where we evaluate whether or not we are going to help someone on whether or not they present a possible danger to us?
This story just struck me as very sad, like the breaking of a sacred trust, the idea of we all are in this together so we do not take advantage of each other or step on each other to reach what we want.
There was a spate of dystopian movies and books recently. What struck me as the most "dys" about them was not the struggle from environmental devastation or limited resources but the lost of some of the convents and conventions of civil organization. This of course is not new--the "Mad Max" movies brought this out as long ago as 1979--but seems to hit new distressing levels in movies like "The Road" (Personally, I couldn't see that movie--the pictures presented in my mind's eye by the novel were enough.)
This sort of thing can give me some anxiety. It scares me that the potential for this sort of thing is lurking in my community. Sometimes, I must pray that I not be discouraged or give up hope. That I must keep my faith.