Our press credentials expire on the last day of class….this Friday. I headed up to the House side for one more Illinois story on Chicago doctors….they visisted a bunch of congress-folks and Senators.
Last night – we went to yoga. I had some horrible love song stuck in my head: “…hit me with your best shot…Fire awaaaaaay….” by Pat Benatar. I hate it when I get song lyrics stuck in my head.
After yoga – I still had that song stuck in my head…
“Well youâ€™re the real tough cookie with the long history….Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me…”
Then we went to Giant supermarket for some bread and milk. We drove into the parking lot and found the store surrounded by yellow police tape. An army of news vans had one parking row staked out. I rolled down my window and asked a reporter what was going on.
“Shooting,” she said and turned away to write her stand-up.
We drove home. We both felt a bit disturbed about a shooting that’s only a 5-7 minute drive away from our house.
As we drove up to our street…I still had that song stuck in my head…I bursted out crooning: “…hit me with your best shot…Fire awaaaaaay….”
Mark smirked and mentioned that the song could be inappropriate…given what just happened…
Damn, I could be so tactless sometimes.