Walking on De Haro today past the (deep breath) International Studies Academy at the Enola D. Maxwell Campus (whew), I heard an odd clicking and banging sound. I glanced into the landscaped area tucked into the hillside and saw a guy fooling around with a pistol — mostly dry-firing it, it seemed, although some of the small bangs sounded like they were coming from a cap gun, not a real gun with bullets.
It could be a cap gun, I thought, but better safe than sorry. I called 911, a cop came, the guy ran, and the cop chased him down and tackled him. Some more cops kept showing up; maybe it was the most exciting thing happening that hour. I kept waving the cops around the corner where the chase ended up; finally one cop said, “Yeah — it was a plastic gun. But — good spot anyway.”