What goes up Must come down

The natural law, Gravity is real what goes up, will come down, even satellites that stay up for years, fall.

Fools fire weapons into the air for fun!

Now I said that to bring us down to tonite’s story.

I received the following e-mail from Josh, one of our grandsons:

So I was at a Lutheran church last night in downtown Mt Holly from 8:00 pm - 9:30 pm.  As some of my friends and I were standing near my car talking afterwards, I noticed a small dent in the roof over the car that hadn't been there before the meeting (on the driver side, above the backseats).  

When I took a closer look, I saw that there was actually a hole in the top of the car!  And when I took an even closer look. This is what I saw:

(notice the slug did not have the velocity to penetrate the steel and rolled down to the small gutter)

The prevailing theory is that someone in the area, between 8 and 9:30, fired a gun into the air (I guess some people think that's fun) and the bullet just happened to land on our Ford Focus.  Fortunately it didn't land on a person instead haha.

I was telling Dad this story, and he thought you'd find it interesting too!

At this point, I am more amused than anything else - it's a pretty unique experience for me =)  I have filed a police report (although I'm sure nothing will come of it), and I've filed a claim with my car insurance.  It doesn't go all the way through, but I've got a piece of tape over it now to keep moisture out in case it might damage the interior.

Love you both!  I enjoyed the blog on the perspective of things that have come about in your lifetimes (aka being "old").  Really cool stuff!

Josh

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So I am very thankful Josh is alive and well. He will lose a little money getting the car repaired. The damage will not surpass his deductible methinks.

Do you Remember this Poem? 

The Arrow and the Song

BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

I shot an arrow into the air, 

It fell to earth, I knew not where; 

For, so swiftly it flew, the sight 

Could not follow it in its flight. 

I breathed a song into the air, 

It fell to earth, I knew not where; 

For who has sight so keen and strong, 

That it can follow the flight of song? 

Long, long afterward, in an oak 

I found the arrow, still unbroke; 

And the song, from beginning to end, 

I found again in the heart of a friend. 

Life is good.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

The 1941 Chevrolet,  The first car I ever remember riding in.