Have you ever just really, really, really wanted to sleep in on a Sunday morning?
This past Sunday morning was one of those Sunday’s that I was really looking forward to sleeping in.
You see, I’ve been working a technical rehearsal run of Arthur Tricks the Tooth Fairy in York for the past two weeks.
The work was relatively easy- but it was monotonous. And long days. The past two Sundays felt like I was on the highway to York before the newspaper trucks were.
So this past Sunday, 31 Flavors and I vowed to turn off the cell phones, darken the room and enjoy the morning off.
Ah, sweet slumber.
This is a great time of year for sleeping. The daytime sun barely warms the earth to above-chilly temps…and the nighttime is that much cooler.
Who doesn’t appreciate snuggling in with their honey on a crisp fall Sunday morning?
Well, one person, I guess…
Actually, two.
You see, there were two people on Penn Street who weren’t spooning in the Sunday morning frost.
Two angry, not very well spoken and quite possibly drunk and or drugged men decided to challenge each other to a battle of wits and fisticuffs in the 1800 block of Penn Street this past Sunday morning…
At seven A.M.
At first, it sounded like it could have been just a drunken straggler leaving a late night after-party.
Which, too, is relatively common in these parts.
But then it got louder.
A deep, bellowing voice wooing sweet Sunday sonnets like “Mutha fu%$#er! I’m-a show you what the f&%# up!”
And “I’ma f&%$ you up!” echoed like church bells through the streets of Harrisburg this past Sunday morning.
31 Flavors and I sprung from the bed and ran downstairs to see what was all the commotion-
When what to our wondering eyes should appear? Four Harrisburg squad cars and tasers and cheer!
Four of Harrisburgs finest had tasers drawn- and apprehended the two morning rabble rousers-
The whole neighborhood was awake- people hanging out of second-floor windows watching the commotion-
When my neighbor looked over and said “Dude…it’s better than a block party!”
