I emerged from my apartment Monday afternoon to find several CHPD and MPD officers converging on the building. There were no sirens, but lots of radio chatter, and I wondered if some kind of drug bust was underway, or if a terror cell was operating in my building. Much as I would have liked to stay to see the action, I was late for work, and had to leave.
A neighbor on the affected floor just filled me in on the details: an old lady had called 911 and said her husband was planning to jump from their fifth floor window. Except that she was alone and her husband had apparently been dead for years. All’s well that ends well, I guess.