Posted by: silverstar98121 | October 4, 2008

The Great Bank Robbery

I fear I have been neglecting you, dear readers, and you have been fleeing in droves. Or politics is distracting you, or something. Whatever. However, the lack of readership has prompted me to delve back into the memory banks, and write of The Good Old Days. Or not. If you want to know what’s going on in my head, you can go to my Tumblr site, where I paste all kinds of junk I find on the interwebs that interests me.

Now, mind you this bank robbery occurred many years ago in Windy Point. Back when the town had 2½ cops. Fun. A little set up. The town had two banks, across the street from each other. OK, the Post Office was in between them. The street was a local highway, so you got quite a bit of traffic through there. And when trucks would use their compression brakes (that’s a jake brake to you truckers), it would set off the bank alarms. In addition, this was so long ago that the banks still closed at noon for lunch, and at three, except on Friday. Ah, for banker’s hours.

Because trucks would set off the alarms, the procedure was that the town clerk, who was the police dispatcher in the daytime, would call the bank, and the bank would either say yes or no. On this particular day, the alarm went off right before noon, the clerk called, and unexpectedly got a “yes” answer. Oh, dear. So she did a radio call to Barney, who was theoretically on duty. Ummm….except that he was washing the police car, at the car wash directly across from the bank. In only an old pair of pants and t-shirt and barefoot.

He goes over to the bank, and of course, they’re all upset. You would be too, if a masked man had pointed a gun at you. But there were a couple of level-headed citizens around, they tell Barney the guy went thataway. So Barney hops in the car and takes off after them. Out there on the prairie it is easy to lose someone. You wouldn’t think so, but there are so many dips in the road where you lose sight of someone ahead of you. And so many places to turn off that go nowhere. It’s like smoke.

So, soon he’s back in town, and putting on his uniform, so that he doesn’t look like a doofus in front of the FBI. The FBI takes over, and that’s pretty much the end of that. Whoever it was, was never caught, at least for that robbery. But, I figure it was a local, ie, someone who lived out on the prairies within 100 miles, and knew that just before noon was a good time to rob a small-town bank, especially if the cop was busy washing the police car.


  1. I witnessed the aftermath of a bank robbery once. was sitting in my car when a guy came round the corner, walking fast but nor running. he was putting a GUN into a bank bag as he walked. I watched him get into a car and drive off, so thought I’d follow….. he only went two blocks, then pulled up and to count the money! I could see him counting it as I drove slowly past, he didn’t even look up at me.

    this was in the days before mobile phones and I was only in my early 20s. can’t believe I was foolish enough to follow an armed robber (guns are still illegal in australia not like the US).

    I drove back to the bank and told the police where he was but he’s gone by the time they got there. guess there wasn’t all that much to count 🙂

  2. wow – guess that was before they used the exploding dye packs! i always wondered why they didn’t just up the amount of explosive in those things… i mean, if you’re trying to stop a bank robber, painting his fingers and clothes orange won’t knock him down…

  3. I haven’t fleed in my drove – honest! My driving license expired two years ago.

  4. Hmm. Why didn’t the town enact an ordinance prohibiting use of Jake brakes within town limits?

    I’ve never been anywhere close to a bank robbery. The closest would have been the re-enactment of the time the Dalton gang tried to rob two banks in Coffeyville, KS.

    Of course, during the real thing the good townsfolk of Coffeyville shot the Dalton gang to doll rags.

    Oh, and yeah….life has been intervening and I’m falling behind on blog reading and woefully behind on blog writing. I think I have about 8 of your posts bookmarked in my bloglines. I’ll get to them when winter rolls in and shuts down the bulk of the renovation and yard work.

  5. Nurse Myra- Many of the things I did in my early twenties scare me now. But I was never that close to an armed robber in those days.

    Daisy Fae- You wonder, don’t you? Maybe it’s for the best. Hard to get the charge just right, so as not to kill them or anyone else.

    Azahar- OK, if you say so.

    Rob- I’m afraid my winter has started. I know somewhere in my head people are busy, but you know how it is. I’m sure one of these fine days, you’ll leave me another clutch of Easter Eggs.

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