In the past, I've dreaded the drive back to Fort Wayne from visits with my family in Indianapolis for various reasons: It was snowing, it was raining, I was tired, I had chores to do when I got home. Today, I found another reason: Worrying about whether a sniper might pick me off on I-69. Early this morning, my sister and I were talking about the two sniping incidents on I-65 in southern Indiana, and by the time I was ready to leave, there was news of the two on I-69 near Muncie. Thre was speculation that all four were related. Gee, do you think?
Thinking rationally, I knew there was far less chance of getting shot than there was in getting in an auto accident, even if the snipers decided to do something in the middle of the afternoon that is best done at night. But that doesn't mean I didn't eye every single overpass on the way home.
The sniper who terrorized the Columbus, Ohio, area in 2003 and 2004 managed to kill only one person during his spree. Whoever's doing this got a death in the very first effort. Hope that isn't a portent.
