Today’s Messed Up email comes from a viewers upset at all the pot smoking at the Dave Matthews concert and the lack of response by security.
On Saturday April 25 My wife and I along with some friends came out to Vanderbilt Stadium to enjoy the Dave Matthews Band Concert. All was well until groups around us began to Light up. When telling the police about what was going on and explaining that we can point the people out they never came up to our section. Finally the 3rd cop that was told reluctantly came up after I explained for the 3rd time that it was going on. To make matters worse my wife is 9 weeks pregnant and she asked the second set of cops who did nothing. Most stadiums throughout the U.S. you can’t even smoke cigarettes in the stadium but apparently Vanderbilt stadium and police allow Illegal substances to be smoked. THATS MESSED UP!
In early March, someone snuck onto a private piece of property and dumped 100’s of tires.
At the time, the property owners told News Two, they were financially unable to remove the illegally dumped refuse.
Since then, there has been more dumping and residents in this North Nashville neighborhood are beginning to complain about the mess and the growing threat of mosquitoes.
Because the tires are on private property, Metro agencies are prohibited from accessing the land and removing the tires.
Metro Health officials tell me, sadly, all they can do is cite the owners into court.
That’s little consolation for Margaret and Claude Brewington who own the property which is situated in a remote location, not far from the Anderson Road Convenience Center.
Jerry Barlar first interviewed the family In March. That’s when they told us how their home burned. They describe hardship, and a desire to keep the property clean.
Adding insult to injury, one morning they discover the 8 foot mountain of rubber.
Like that is not enough, a day or two later someone dumps a car next to the tire tower. The SUV is upside down, completely burned and stripped.
For close to 6 weeks, nothing changes, except for tires filling with stagnant rain water.
Can you say hello Mosquitoes?
Then Messed Up gets a call.
I visit the property and think to myself, we can fix this. I call Metro Codes, Health, Public Works and Police.
According to TDOT, there are 106 miles of High Occupancy Vehicle lanes leading in and out of Nashville.
From 7 to 9 in the morning and from 4 to 6 in the evenings, the diamond lane is intended exclusively for vehicles with 2 or more people.
As many of you know, if you are caught in the HOV lane, your ticket can cost anywhere from $12 dollars in Davidson County to $60 dollars in Williamson County.
In theory, the HOV lane is a good idea. It promotes car pooling, which saves gas, and reduces road congestion.
In many jurisdictions, the HOV lane works rather efficiently. In L.A., for instance, the lane is dedicated and segregated from other motorists by barriers. This makes hopping in and out of the HOV lane impossible. This makes enforcement easier and dramatic lane changes are a non issue.
Here in Tennessee, HOV lanes have many flaws, not the least of which is safety.
From my perspective, there are two types of drivers in Tennessee: those who obey the HOV lanes and those who don’t.
Violators often sneak in and out of the diamond lane, forcing themselves into traffic which is usually going much faster. When these violators fear an officer lurking ahead, they often dart back into slower lanes of traffic.
DANGEROUS!
Some motorists say more enforcement is the answer. If the THP was working the HOV lanes every morning and every evening, chances are good that violators would think twice before darting in and out of the diamond lane.
The problem is enforcement is sporadic. Most mornings no officer is patrolling the HOV lanes. When there is enforcement, it is seldom more than one trooper working a lane of traffic, pulling over a handful of cars. Meanwhile violators brazenly zip by while the interstate bogs down in the other 3 lanes.
FRUSTRATION!
While some scream for enforcement, others scream for the HOV lane to be abolished.
Here’s the problem with that idea. Because Tennessee has HOV lanes, the Federal Government pays for 90-percent of highway construction. If Tennessee had no HOV lanes, the Feds would pay for 80-percent of road construction, meaning Tennessee tax payers would pick up the difference which would cost millions upon millions of dollars.
Imagine if there were no HOV lanes and subsequently no Federal tax dollars building your roads. It would undoubtedly take longer for roads to be repaired and complaints would escalate.
A family needs your help. Five weeks ago, someone dumped hundreds of tires on a family’s property on Anderson Lane in Madison. The family is indigent and cannot afford to get the tires to a recycling center.
Because it’s on private property, Brian Todd at Metro Health, Gwen Hopkins Glascock at Metro Public Works and Billy Fields at Metro Codes have their hands tied, but they want to help this family.
If you are a member of a church or service organization willing to donate some time and muscle to help this family remove these tires, leave a comment below and we’ll put you in touch with Brian, Gwen and Billy.
UPDATE 04-27-09 2:10 p.m. - Andy Cordan has an awesome update!
Thanks to hard work from a variety of Metro Agencies, and Councilman Jim Forkum, the tires at 920 Anderson Lane have reportedly been moved to the side of the road.
Sources inside the Metro Public Works Dept tell me that the Davidson County Sheriff’s Office has pledged to utilize prison labor to load the tires into a vehicle and then dispose of them appropriately.
After 5 long weeks, a little Messed Up intervention helped grease the wheels. It’s just one lot in a very big city, but you have to start somewhere.
Councilman Jim Forkum tells me that he asked the family “get the tires to the road, and we’ll help you out.”
Property owner’s family took care of it this weekend. So that is good news.
In 2007, Memphis police shot and killed a 12-year-old boy.
According to published reports, “The child had a toy pistol that looked identical to a real weapon. When the Memphis officer saw the gun, he opened fire.”
Thankfully, local police have not had to open fire on a child in a similar circumstance in Middle Tennessee but it could happen, especially with the growing number of toy pistols that look frighteningly realistic.
Franklin police tell me that officers have had some close calls regarding toy guns, why they asked me to look into this issue.
Sgt. Charlie Warner takes me into the Franklin police property room.
He moves to a cart loaded with weapons sealed in evidence bags. Some of the bags have dark magic marker on them that say, “NOT A REAL GUN!”
“Look how realistic this is,” he says, putting the gun in his waste band.
I look at the image of the revolver that I can see. It really looks authentic.
“This is the silver one used in the robbery,” he says.
“It says ‘not a real gun’,” I counter, focusing on the weapon.
“Yeah, tell that to someone in the dark, who sees the image,” said Sgt. Warner.
November 2, 2007, it’s dark as Tom Van Patten pulls up to a Cool Springs ATM.
The homebuilder is suddenly faced with a life and death situation.
“I rolled down my window,” the father and husband says, referencing the ATM. “That’s when a man with a mask pointed a gun at me and demanded money. It scared the hell out of me!”
Van Patten tells me his truck was in drive and he floored it. He said he got away and the gun man ran.
“Did it feel like a toy? Did it feel like you were in a game?” I ask.
“I couldn’t tell if it was toy or real,” the 41-year-old says.
“There was no time to think,” he says. This guy was in a blue [hooded sweatshirt] with a mask. He’s pointing a gun at me.”
Van Patten calls 911 and within minutes, Brentwood police are making a felony stop on I-65.
Dash cam video of the stop shows a fuzzy suspect getting out of the car with hands raised. The man then slowly walks backward on the side of the interstate.
Once the scene is secured, officers move in with their pistols drawn.
Only then is that they discover the weapon is a toy.
“When they pulled them over,” Van Patten tells me. “They had four or five cop cars on the scene. All they had to do, is pull a gun on the cops, they would have been shot dead on the spot.”
Sgt. Warner tells me that his department has had its share of close calls and plays me several 911 calls.
One caller, for example, sounds frightened as she reports a young gunman pointing a weapon inside a store.
The dispatchers are concerned as they relay the call to responding officers.
As those officers check in, you can hear the roar of their engines and the howl of their police siren.
After a few tense moments, you hear the officer report back, “It’s a 12-year-old with an Air soft gun.”
Sgt. Warner turns down the volume.
“You can hear officers running blue lights and sirens to the scene of an armed subject. Think of all the things that could go wrong,” he says.
He shows me a picture of a gun in a glove box.
“That is a picture from an operation we were on one night. We were interacting with gang members in areas known for crime. This was found in the glove box of a vehicle that we stopped. Officers asked for driver’s license and registration. The driver reaches into the glove box and this is what the officer sees and now you have cops yelling on the air, they have a subject that is armed in a car. You have officers running to assist these cops who believe there is a man with a gun.”
“This is now a very dangerous situation. The gun looks so real, we put gloves on, so as to not get our prints on it. When I go to take it out to clear it that is when we find out it is a toy. Up till then, every cop thought this gun was real.”
Thankfully, Franklin police have not shot a young person carrying a toy gun but Warner is fearful that it could happen.
“Cops are often faced with crucial life and death decisions that they have to make in seconds or milliseconds. This is a danger to cops on the streets and teens who possess these,” he says eyeballing the realistic toy gun in his hand.
“…They are a danger to the community in general,” Warner continues. “When you get a call, you say to yourself, ‘I have to spot this suspect before he spots me. I don’t want to get hurt and I don’t want to get anyone else hurt.’ You are responding to a real emergency and you find out it is a toy and it is so disturbing to a cop. We want parents to understand the danger your kids place themselves in by placing their guns in their waste band or vehicle. This is not the appropriate place for these guns.”
That’s what I am thinking as I read the prominently displayed signs at the bottom of the escalator inside Legislative Plaza.
Firearms Prohibited.
Normally, I wouldn’t spend a second more thinking about this sign, but recent developments in the legislature make me ponder this signage more than ever.
Pursuant to T.C.A. 39-17-1359, the Tennessee General Assembly has banned weapons within the War Memorial Building, Legislative Plaza and the 2nd floor of the State Capitol. Failure to comply with this prohibition is punishable as a criminal offense and may subject the violator to a fine of not more than $500.
Law makers are tinkering with a number of bills that could allow guns into bars and restaurants.
According to The Tennessean the bill being considered in both the House and Senate would authorize more than 200,000 Tennesseans who hold handgun carry permits to take their weapons into restaurants that serve alcoholic beverages, which is prohibited under current state law.
Both bills also allow bar and restaurant owners to choose whether they would allow fire arms to come into their establishments.
But this story is not about whether guns should or should not be allowed into bars and restaurants. I am fairly confident that some version of this bill will be passed into law.
Assuming I am correct then I pose this question to lawmakers.
Are you willing to live with the laws you make?
I say if Tennesseans can legally bring a gun into a bar or restaurant then take down the signs at these escalators. Let citizens, who have the proper permits, bring their weapons into the very chambers where you make the laws.
Talk Show Host Steve Gill favors guns in bars legislation. So does Security Expert Buford Tune.
Both men subscribe to the idea that citizens should be able to protect themselves.
But the men differ on whether guns should be allowed on Capitol Hill.
Gill says no guns on the Hill. Tune says take down the signs.
Gill says the metal detectors prevent both criminals and law abiding citizens from bringing weapons into Legislative Plaza.
Tune questions how safe you are once you leave the Capitol and begin walking to your car.
Gill favors guns in bars legislation because you don’t know who might try and harm you.
Tune says what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Tune say if lawmakers allow weapons in a bar, but not the State Legislature, it sends the wrong message.
According to The Tennessean: Sen. Doug Jackson, D-Dickson, said Thirty-three other states allow guns in places that serve alcohol and have few problems, he said.
Since alcohol is not served at the Capitol, you could argue that it is a safer place to carry a fire arm than a night spot, or eatery.
The pictures above said it all. People walking to work, to the grocery store or home were forced to walk in traffic along a South Nashville stretch of Edmonson Pike. We told you these resident’s story back in September.
Now take a look at the results. The sidewalk to nowhere is now fixed.
February 28th - that’s the day property taxes were due in Tennessee.
No problem for Sheila Lee.
The Smyrna woman pays $91 a month to her escrow company to make sure when tax time rolls around that the county is paid. Lee says it has worked without incident for 10 years.
Not this year.
Lee says her tax bill for 2008 was $867. The Rutherford County Tax Assessor says he didn’t receive any money, and Mrs. Lee still owes $867. Mrs. Lee says she has all ready paid.
Both parties are correct.
Lee paid American Escrow, but American Escrow never paid Rutherford County.
BAM!! Talk about a slap in the face.
"We could lose our house," The wife and mother says, tears swelling in her eyes. Lee learned of the debacle in March when she received a letter from American Escrow that reads in part:
Due to economic and unfortunate circumstances we are no longer able to service your account. We here at American Escrow are extremely saddened by these events but we are not able to remain in business. We do not have the ability to continue to pay our staff or to satisfy any other financial obligations including any future disbursements for your taxes or insurance. American Escrow has gone out of business, has released all employees and will effectively close its doors on March 31st, 2009.
If you have nay further questions please feel free to call (888) 453-2571
"I am mad," Lee says. "I feel like we were taken advantage of when I called the company and they said we are sorry our accountant embezzled from us."
I called the Tennessee Attorney General’s office which tells me that as of 4/14/09 they had not received any complaints.
That is not the case across the country. Messed Up has learned that hundreds of victims are coming forward in Pennsylvania, Ohio and Illinois.
Messed Up Staffers call the former President of American Escrow.
Derek Lurie tells us he is sorry, but there is nothing he can do. He says he too is a victim of a former employee who embezzled hundreds of thousands of dollars from the company.
Messed Up checks with the Federal Court in Illinois.
Records show that on March 31st 2005 Caren Dietz, former chief financial officer of American Escrow pleaded guilty to one count of felony wire fraud for misappropriating more than $677,000 from the company between December 2000 and March 2003.
Dietz was sentenced to 5 years probation, and ordered to pay $717,249.
"She destroyed my company," Lurie tells the Chicago Tribune.
Sheila Lee says she spoke directly to Lurie who didn’t seem that sympathetic.
"When I called the company and they said we are sorry. Our accountant (CFO) embezzled from us. And I asked, when? And they said 2004. So for five years you have known this and continued to take our money? And he said I kept trying to make the company whole and everyone else whole, but he kept taking the money and where did it go. He was like I lost my company and my house and I have worked 7 months without pay."
She rolls her eyes.
"He said you have to pay your taxes, there’s nothing I can do."
I check with Rutherford County Tax officials. The Trustee tells me that by law, they cannot extend the deadline to victims like Mrs. Lee. He also tells me that he knows of two or three other Rutherford County residents in the same boat.
This is going to be huge I tell the man on the other end.
He says I am probably right.
I have called Congressman Bart Gordon’s office and the Tennessee Department of Consumer affairs.
Here is what they recommend:
If you think you have been victimized by American Escrow LLC out of Chicago, then you need to file with the Dept. of Consumer Affairs. You can do that by either calling: 1-800 342 8385, or go on line and fill out a consumer complaint .
Leslie lives off of Woodmont Boulevard, where he has lived in his modest home for the last eight years.
Leslie says it’s only in the last few months that rain began pouring into the crawl space under his house.
“It fills up my crawl space with 33,000 gallons of water,” he tells News 2 on April 2, the day winds, rain and tornados barreled through Middle Tennessee.
When our cameras arrive, the road is a river.
“It cost me $7,000 to pump it out,” a saturated Leslie tells us.
Leslie shows us play sand bags stacked outside his crawl space.
He hopes the barrier will keep the water out. It doesn’t.
A few days later I look into that crawl space illuminated by a hanging light.
The area smells damp and there’s a muster of mold in the air.
Leslie tells me that when his air conditioning comes on, his vents gurgle like a washing machine.
He says he has been complaining for months, calling everyone in the city he can think of.
The problem by most accounts is a storm sewer in front of Leslie’s home.
Sonia Harvat, PIO for the Metro Water Department, tells me it has been here on more than one occasion.
She says they have talked with residents and even run a camera through the line.
The problem is there is a blockage in a pipe buried under another person’s property.
Harvat says that person wants the city to draft a plan for how they will dig up the pipe and clear it.
It sounds reasonable, but it also means it will take time.
“This complaint came in December,” Harvat says from the Metro Water Department conference room. “We did what we could to stop flooding as much as we could. We have continued to clean inlets with our forces, but at that time there was no money to do a large project. Well, we do have money now. Storm water fees have passed. July 1 there is a new fee. Money is coming in, and July 1, projects will begin. That is the good news.”
She continued, “Until we can determine what is causing the blockage and design a project, we need approvals. At this point, we are trying to get approvals, but right now we don’t have permission to access the property to fix the problem. We are in constant communication with them. What they need to feel comfortable with the project. What do they need to feel comfortable to give us approvals what can we provide to them to get the agreements to get this project done. This complaint came in December. We did what we could to stop the flooding.”
Metro health officials say they too are monitoring the problem.
Officials said the city has selected an engineering firm to draw up a plan that can then be presented to the property owners.
City officials hope they will be agreeable to these plans.
“This project does affect health and safety and has been moved to the top of the list,” said Harvat.
I knew when I was awakened at 4 a.m. on Good Friday that the day was going to be a rough one.
There was a blinding flash of light outside my bedroom window. Then an explosion erupted. Then the sound of something on the deck crashing.
It turns out that an evil blast of wind picked up my 125 pound gas grill and threw it 15 feet.
The grill came to rest upside down. It was dented and the gas lines twisted. There were gouges in the deck.
As it turns out, I would be one of the fortunate ones on this day.
Jump ahead. 9 a.m. I am in the news room editing a Messed Up piece.
For some reason, I couldn’t generate the creativity that usually flows through my brain.
Davis, Justin, Lisa and Jeff were all gathered aroud the weather center. They were tracking intensely, like fire ants infesting a picnic basket.
I looked up at the monitors over the assignment desk. All networks were in storm coverage.
Reds and yellows and purples filling the screens. The Cartoon Network would have been proud.
I began shutting down my computer.
What’s the use, I thought to myself. Nothing I am working on is going to air today. I might as well engage in what I can only now guess will be intense.
I’ve covered dozens and dozens of tornadoes. I just had a bad feeling about what was coming. You know that feeling, like a rock in your boot that something is not right.
I grabbed my camera and headed for the door. “I’ll be on my cell,” I said to my boss, who was sprinting from his office to the assignment desk to the weather center like a humming bird.
I put my camera in the front seat and set the radio to 92.9 so I could listen to the weather team forecast.
I headed south on Nolensivlle Road. Why not? I was literally in chase mode at this point.
Lisa began talking about multiple counties with mulitple storms showing rotation.
Rutherford County was mentioned over and over as a possible hot zone. Maury and Williamson counties also were mentioned.
Somewhere along the way, Justin Bruce found some traffic camera footage showing the tornado crossing I-24.
Bruce sounded very excited as he brought this to the weather staff’s attention.
As Lisa began viewing it, her voice was animated. She was almost hyperventilating, telling people to take cover.
Davis also sounded alarmed as he talked about this twister being on the ground.
Normally weather casters refrain from calling a storm a tornado until the weather service says so, but on the radio these four experts were certain that what was going on was twister alley.
I am somewhere on I-65. Rain is so thick, it’s pouring across my windshield like syrup. I can’t see and my car seems highly unstable.
I am alone. I am trying to video tape and manage this insanity.
Hey Michael Rosenbloom! Sometimes being a VJ is very unsafe!
I exit through Brentwood as more reports of funnel clouds erupt in western Williamson County.
Another minute goes by and another outbreak of trouble.
I find myself on Granny White Pike. I am on a desultory mission, looking for high ground and approaching wall clouds.
I headed to the Observatory. As I climb the narrow, windy road, I notice down tree limbs and darkening skies.
By the time I get to the top, the Channel 2 weather team is in need of oxygen and an electrolyte I.V.
Apparently, multiple touchdowns have been reported as well as structural damage and possible casualties.
I get on I-840 and head East.
The clouds part suddenly, allowing a brilliant beam of sunshine to slice through the metallic grey sky.
Are things getting better? or is this the beginning of the next round of evil?, I think to myself.
I exit at Beasley Road and begin winding my way toward the Blackman Community.
Somehow, I end up on a bridge over I-24 where things turn surreal.
I-24 is a cluster. Cars are stopped. Emergency vehicles are zipping through stalled traffic. A dozen THP vehicles, sirens wailing, are racing up the shoulder toward the Embassy Suites.
I park my car in the blocked off intersection. My right wheels are on the sidewalk, my left wheels in the roadway.
I am happy to be out of my car and actually working. In a weird way, it feels normal.
I begin interviewing people who look like shell shocked zombies. Some are on cell phones. Some just gazing at the uncertainty of it all.
One man tells me that he saw the funnel cloud barreling toward the medical center where he was working.
“Devestation,” he says.
Another man tells me a family member’s home had been demolished.
I get in my car and work my way down the mud strewn street, across from the Embassy Suites.
People are shouting from their cars, “That is Messed Up!”
That’s an understatement.
Trees are down everywhere. Roads are blocked. Cars are idling in a massive parking lot.
I jump out with my camera and trudge across a muddy field. My boots sink into the wet muck.
Power crews are trying to get wires of the road. A pick up truck is trying to pull another truck out of the bog with a chain. Its engine is roaring as mud spews behind its spinning wheels.
It’s here that I find Jane Cox. Her face is muddy and she is on the verge of tears. She is sitting with her little dog in the front seat of the cab.
She tells me that she had not been watching TV. She had not seen any of the storm prognostication of Lisa, or Davis. She said her husband called her and said “take cover.”
She tells me with an exasperation that she was coming down the stairs, when suddenly her ceiling lifted and the tornado was upon her.
She looks like she is still in shock. She tells me she cannot hear from the thunderous cacophony of destruction that just an hour earlier ravaged her life.
As she describes it, I think of a person climbing inside of a washing machine filled with electricity and home eating pit bulls.
It’s Good Friday and she tells me that she prays to God to protect her.
God comes through once again.
Except for a ding on her head, she survives her roof being blasted into the sky and her walls replaced by torrents of ferocious wind.
Her husband Mike is busy cutting trees blocking the road in front of what was their house.
Mike Cox tells me that he is happy to be alive and they will rebuild.
I thank him and his wife and wish them well.
I call the station and tell them what I have.
The assignment desk tells me to stay put and wait for the live truck.
“Where is it?” I shout, somewhat frustrated.
It’s bogged down in traffic somewhere, I’m told.
A mile might as well be the other side of the Earth, I think to myself.
I make my case to come back with the 38 minutes of video in my camera.
The assignment desk asks me to be patient.
I have spent the last two hours walking through horrors and near misses and sadness.
I am covered with mud and tears. Patience is not a quality that I am easily able to summon at this moment.
I get in my car and head to Thompson Lane. The traffic lights are out and we are going nowhere fast.
My little on board navigation computer is telling me to go right here and go right there.
“Shut up,” I scream at the screen fixed to my windshield.
“Can’t you see the power pole down here?”
The female voice continually shouts at me that she is “recalculating.”
Good you do that! Meanwhile I will driver over this frayed metal roof and pray that my tires don’t shred.
After a few minutes, I get to the front of a stagnating traffic line.
I toot my horn politley and ask a woman on a cell phone if I can cut in front of her to get to the destruction up ahead.
She recognizes me and says go for it.
The overwhelmed Murfreesboro traffic officer working this decimated intersection waves me through.
I pull into a BP Station and gather my belongings.
I throw a camera and a small bag over my shoulder.
I begin the walk of zombies.
People are shuffling slowly forward. There are no cars on this road due to downed power lines and general chaos.
As I move forward, I see truck trailers turned upside down, some crushed like soda cans. I see buildings shredded like paper mache. I see trees snapped in half.
I look to my right and see what is left of the River View subdivision. Roofs are gone. Houses destroyed. A forest looks like a box of toothpicks.
As I move forward I think of scenes I have seen in Beirut.
I see cars upside down, tossed indiscriminately along the curb.
I notice more pedestrians, some of whom are spotted with mud. Their silent gaze of disbelief is haunting.
Finally after a ½ mile hike, I see the Channel 2 live truck in the parking lot of Stampede’s. This building, like many others, is damaged.
The owner will come to tell me that workers were cleaning the parking lot, when the funnel cloud roared through. They ran inside and hid under billiard tables till the angry energy roared by.
Within a few minutes, I am hooked up to wires and a camera and John Dwyers voice is in my left ear. He asks me to show him what I can see.
I take a deep breath. I am unclear what I am going to say. I have no notes and nothing planned. I let the atrocity fill my senses.
I begin talking about the scene around me. I talk of my walk up the road and my trek along 840. I described the anxious moments with Mrs. Cox and I point out the damage in the parking lot around me.
It wasn’t till 10 p.m. that I would actually see a newscast. I finally get to see what took the weather team’s breath away, the tornado crossing I-24. It’s almost 12 hours later that I will finally see the aerial shots of Murfreesboro that paint the picture of how wide spread the violence and destruction was.
I had only heard familiar voices in my ear to this point, but now I could see my colleagues’ reports. I could see how hard everyone worked to get the pictures all over Middle Tennessee.
I was exhausted and I am sure they were too.
I sipped a beer and thought about the Cox family and how they survived.
I said a silent prayer for the mother and her nine-week-old daughter who were not as lucky.
For those who survived, some with only the clothes on their backs, it was truly a Good Friday, a day to take stock of what you have and how quickly it can all be taken away.
Click here to view storm and damage photos from across Middle Tennessee.
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“…They are a danger to the community in general,” Warner continues. “When you get a call, you say to yourself, ‘I have to spot this suspect before he spots me. I don’t want to get hurt and I don’t want to get anyone else hurt.’ You are responding to a real emergency and you find out it is a toy and it is so disturbing to a cop. We want parents to understand the danger your kids place themselves in by placing their guns in their waste band or vehicle. This is not the appropriate place for these guns.”
Scott Leslie has a problem.
