MAN PAINTS HIMSELF INTO BOMB SCARE ( A LEGACY STORY)
I want to give you a sample of the type of incident which might get you nominated for the family “D.S. Award”. As I have explained in another Legacy Story called “The One and Only Original D.S. Award”, it is confined to family members above age 21, and you are voted on at the annual presentation of the actual trophy. All year we hype our nominations and lobby for support to take down our chosen victim. I am not at liberty to divulge other nominations or winning events, but I can give you a sample of how involved it can get when you want to nominate someone to win.
Below is a news article concocted by my oldest daughter after she heard about an incident involving her brother, Steve Grubbs. She made it look like a legitimate release and emailed it all over the place; Steve, relatives, friends, etc. . Try to picture it as a valid news piece. And try to realize the event really did happen.
Suspect Steve Grubbs by Fence
MAN PAINTS HIMSELF INTO BOMB SCARE
Tuesday, April 26, 2005 Posted 1142 A EDT (1542 GMT)
At 7:39 am (CST) the Davenport Iowa Police Department received a call from the Wright Tree Trimming Company after finding what appeared to be a live grenade.
MAN PAINTS HIMSELF INTO BOMB SCARE
The unidentified man who called in the explosive device, said that while doing a routine trimming of trees outside of Victory Enterprises Company, the team spotted a grenade. They immediately called 911.
Police, fire departments, and the Davenport Bomb Squad were dispatched to the area at 9:19am.
After discovering through interviews, that the owner of the company, Steven (D.S.) Grubbs, had left one of his paintball grenades outside the fence when he had been playing on Sunday, April 24, 2005, he was warned and given a lecture on playing with fake firearms.
After begging for his grenade, the law enforcement officials directed Mr. Grubbs to “step away from the grenade“. The grenade was then confiscated and it was rumored that the police could be seen laughing their way back downtown to the police station.
This just goes to show that even people born from good “got both their oars in the water” genetics, do DS things too.
Reporting live to you, from your sister Trula’s office.
GOTCHA ! Story at 10
Now if that was hard to follow, here’s what I know and my part in it. My husband (who is famous for saying he has “all his oars in the water”) got a call asking if he knew where the keys to a converted ambulance at the business were. The caller said the “police and bomb squad couldn’t find Steve and needed the vehicle moved immediately“. My husband was more than a little shocked.
Apparently in the trimming of trees around the business, the tree company had found what appeared to be a grenade. In this post 9/11 world, and knowing my son was a political activist, the workers called it in. They got an immediate response, so we feel well protected.
After clearing the area they finally reached my son who tried to assure them by phone there was no problem. He and his son and friends were playing at the six acre site the day before, Sunday, having paint wars. He had left one behind and yes, they did look really real.
When he arrived back at his company location, he finally convinced the police that there was no real problem, but not before they complied with all the procedures as though it was real. They still took his new “toy” to the police station for “evidence“. Knowing the Police Chief and some officers, he eventually was told he could come to the station and get it. He was, however, a little embarrassed and I don’t know if he ever did pick it up.
In the mean time I called his sister out of state and let her in on the happenings and she was the one who made up the bogus news item. She sent it to him, falsely saying she had received it from someone who saw it on the Internet and what the heck was going on? Of course it was meant to panic him and it did.
It was a source of great humor for all of us and especially those of us who know this astute and successful man as the “absent minded professor” we have known and loved since he was little. He was nominated for the award, but something else beat him out for the trophy, believe it or not. Yes he EARNED it, but didn’t win it.
But that’s another legacy story. Meanwhile the legacy of this story is, the karma due you for playing with your kids as a busy, loving, father, is you get cut some slack by the universe. It protects you from siblings like your sister and police officers who never forgot and get smirks on their faces to this day.
P.S. Let me just say it is a distinct privilege to parent a family like ours, and the frequency of my need for therapy, quiet candle-lit music filled hours, is worth every choice I make.(i.e. chocolate, wine, massage?)