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I knew shoveling snow was dangerous, but damn...

I was joking with a friend yesterday morning that the sun will "shovel" my snow tomorrow, and besides, shoveling snow can be dangerous, either from physical injury or heart attack. Didn't realize you could be shot too...

From what I've gleaned from neighbors and friends and the sketchy details from the local media and constabulary, a 46 year-old man was shot to death in front of his home Sunday morning while shoveling snow.

I was taking my son to his Mom's house Sunday around noon and noticed an unusually large police presence in my neighborhood... figured they'd perhaps cleared a multi-car pileup or something earlier because of the weather; there was about 6 inches of snow on the roads.

I had no idea that some poor guy was gunned down in really quiet (normally) suburban neighborhood. The fact that nobody has been arrested yet (it has been over 36 hours) is leading me to believe that perhaps if this wasn't a neighbor dispute or familial fight, but perhaps a random murder, or the guy may have pissed off the wrong psycho. Whatever the case, I wish our local cops all the luck in catching this dirtbag.

It is just weird to know that someone was murdered in cold blood, in broad, but admittedly snowy daylight, just a few hundred yards up the road... for no, 'apparent' reason. People are, predictably, freaking out.

For me... I have big dog, big gun, me no worry. Ugh. :-\

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