Let me first say that I live in a safe suburb of Philadelphia. Not in a place where crime really happens.
However, two years ago from Thursday (and on my dad’s Birthday) , one of my parent’s tenants decided to sexually assault a teenager after the pair completed a drug deal. I guess when that didn’t work out, he decided to run around the apartment with samuari swords and threaten to blow up the building or something.
This resulted in the SWAT team staking out the building. My parents and cousins (who lived in the building) hadquite the show.
We now celebrate this day as Hostage Day.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Happy Hostage Day to you, too. Good thing that the weather in February was a bit more cooperative than this year…the viewing conditions wouldn’t have been as good. Also, don’t forget about the three intoxicated kids that nearly placed their car in our bedroom. Luckily the hedge next door cushioned the crash.
Wow, how could I forget about the drunk kids?
How on earth did I never hear this story until now? How ridiculous.
While Hostage Day holds many fond memories for me, it also includes the day that the Montco SWAT team barged in on me in the bedroom in my underpants. A small sliver of embarrassment in an otherwise entertaining day.