Yesterday while enjoying a mini Greek Salad with a side of Grilled Chicken and a car show in a small town in Florida, the revelry of seeing people walking by Toula’s was broken as I was finishing my meal. I heard two quick shots, within one second of each other. I stayed seated waiting to see the reaction of the crowd. They had frozen in place as if waiting for instructions from someone to flee. Those working the diner had all stepped to the door to look towards the right, where they thought the noise was from a car that had backfired.
I kept my Canon with the 100mm lens ready to see who would come running by. I saw a tall man running away from the noise, later two more ran towards the noise. The woman trailing the faster man.
I continued eating and drinking my water, till I saw Michele by the plate glass window trying to see the commotion to the right of Toulas. I asked her if she had purchased the T-shirts she had so much admired while we ate lunch. She had placed an order with the lady I have always associated as being Toula.
I told Michele I was going to see who had died. The crowd was amassed on the four corners of a busy main street and the Pinellas Trail. Yellow, “police do not cross” tape was being placed by an officer. The man who was the emcee of the car show was trying to shame the people from taking film of a dead man being given CPR by two policemen. I debated two seconds to see if I should take a few pictures of this scene.
Living in New York City, I had never encountered a dead man lying in the street. I had however seen one in South America as I was being driven higher in altitude, towards the cool mountain air in Cali, Colombia. This man was so dead, no one was giving him CPR. Unlike this incident in Tarpon Springs, no one was filming and no one was hanging around waiting for the policemen to arrive.
That day I also had a camera in hand, but the shock of seeing someone dead while driving by interfered with my role as an observer with a camera.
You may read about the developing facts of this shooting in the Sunday May 7, 2017 edition of the Tampa Bay Times.
Why the title of this entry? Happy is the man who finds his grave.©May 7, 2017 I don’t know why this thought or title has been resonating in my mind. I think I heard it while taking a shower listening to my Ipod, and if not, then it’s going to become the title of my book after I finish the first one titled My Mango ©1968