Hebron, Ohio is a quiet place. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone gets along pretty well.

My uncle Bobby Withrow moved in recently - into a nearby trailer park that's part of Hebron. A while ago, Bobby's friend Billy Coss's girlfriend was beat up by James (or "Jimmy" as I keep hearing him get called by my family) Phipps. From what Jimmy is claiming, Bobby and Billy both confronted him in the middle of the night, inside his own house, threatening and harrassing him - although my grandma says she was with Bobby that night and he never went there.

So just earlier today, as my mom was taking me to work, we noticed a lot of cop cars outside the trailer park. My mother's instant reaction was "Oh God, what's Bobby done now?!" Fortunately, we saw Bobby standing alongside the police NOT handcuffed, so that was good news and we drove right past - I was going to be late for work if we stopped.

Mom immediately grabbed her cell phone and went to call someone, but my grandma rang her before she even started to dial. They started talking, and I listened to the mom half of the conversation and started picking up as much as I could. Someone had SHOT AT BOBBY - who, thank God, was unharmed.

I went into work at Yoder's Country Kitchen and clocked in - Sheila, Bobby's girlfriend (who is a waitress there) came up and asked me how I was doing. I told her Bobby got shot at, and she said she knew. Then later that day, it was on the radio while I was washing dishes for the restaurant. Apparently it had become a standoff situation - Jimmy had shut himself inside his house with people inside.

It wasn't until I was on the way home from work that I learned more completely what happened from my mom (who, BTW, everyone that knew her and Bobby called her with the same reaction she had: "What the hell's Bobby done this time!"

It went down like this:

Jimmy, walking down the street, apparently saw Bobby just sitting on his front porch. He took out a gun - a revolver - and pointed it at Bobby, saying "Hey, b***h, you want some of this!"

Bobby, being not the most sensible person but having balls of steel comparable to Duke Nukem, stoop up and started walking right at the guy, talking all kinds of s**t, calling him a bh, motherf*r, every name in the book - WITH A GUN POINTED AT HIM. Jimmy, as he was approaching, pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing happened. Bobby kept approaching. Then he pointed it at the ground and fired again. BANG. This time, Bobby did stop walking, but didn't stop talking ("Put that f****n' gun down, you c**t, and fin' fight me like you aren't a bh" etc etc)

Jimmy, at this time, apparently left, with Bobby standing there, and he went into his house, with the people he lived with still inside. By this time, of course, someone had called the police.

When the police arrived, everyone was still inside with Jimmy, and they had the whole yellow tape and megaphone thing going on, trying to talk with him. Eventually everyone but Jimmy and a three-year-old girl was let out, whom he took hostage. This resulted in more, bigger, better law enforcement. Namely, SWAT teams and the motherf***ing F.B.I. Also, helicopters. And the NBC Channel 4 news was on the scene reporting live.

Jimmy's girlfriend eventually got on the megaphone and persuaded him to let the girl go - this was her daughter -
and it didn't take long after for the place to get tear gassed. It took four cannisters of the stuff for him to come running out.

Apparently he's facing attempted murder and kidnapping charges.

So how was your day?