Young Whipper SnapperPosted: July 17, 2013
A couple of weeks ago there was a news story playing on all the local TV channels about a Sun City man and his wife that were robbed in the middle of the night at gun point. Local reporters clamored for interviews and sound bites so that the end result was, no matter which evening, morning or afternoon news broadcast that you tuned into, the elderly couple was recounting their harrowing story.
It seems that a burglar broke into Mr. and Mrs. Sobley’s Sun City home around 1:30 in the morning, flashing a gun and threatening to kill them if they didn’t do as he said. At one point, as he was rifling through dresser drawers, Mr. Sobley, a Vietnam vet, retired police officer and member of the Sheriff’s Sun City Posse, managed to get his gun and, as the thief turned and pointed his gun at him, Mr. Sobley fired, causing the robber to flee. All in all, it was a pretty good story of the good guy stopping the bad guy from doing bad things.
After watching the new reports for the third or fourth time, Mom stopped me with a comment as I was walking through the living room with a load of laundry.
“It sure is nice to see young people moving into Sun City.”
“What are you talking about,” I asked, pausing in the doorway of the Arizona Room. “What young people?”
“You know, like that man that stopped the burglar. Young people who were in the war and stuff.”
“What war?” I asked.
“The old ones, like Korea and Viet Nam. He was a veteran you know,” she replied.
“Are you talking about the Sun City man that stopped the robbery in his house yesterday?”
“Yes, him and his wife,” she said with a nod.
“Mom, he isn’t a ‘young man.’ He looks like he’s in his mid-to-late-70’s at least,” I said.
“Well, he’s younger than me,” she argued.
“Just about everyone is,” I replied, as I walked into the garage with my load of dirty clothes.
“Betty White isn’t,” I heard her yell after me.