Acting Without the Drama

July 5, 2009.  My life is excessively strange.  During the course of a run-of-the-mill Fourth of July parade, my oldest son (who, by the way, was walking up and down the parade route selling cotton candy to help pay for Scout camp) got shot in the foot.

Yes.

That’s right.

Shot in the foot.

At first, we thought that it had to be from the Colonial re-enactment guys who were firing off blanks from their period-appropriate muskets.  However, we later found that their guns are incapable of handling live ammunition.

What hit my son was very much live ammunition.

To be precise, it was a 40 caliber jacketed hollow point bullet that was found close to where he went down.

So, we spent the vast majority of our Fourth in the hospital with our boy, who was more brave than I’m sure I would’ve been.

I may blog again about this to give more details, but for tonight, I just wanted to check in and account for my absence for the last couple of days.

I hope that after this explanation, all will be forgiven. 

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