Bob CollinsIn days gone by, I joked with Mary Lucia of the Current that all the world’s strange things happen in Oklahoma. These days, it’s Ohio.
Dateline: Blue Ash, Ohio. (Begin sound of Dragnet theme here). The cops surrounded — I might be embellishing this a bit — the home of Edna Jester.
“Give the football back,” a cop on a loudspeaker says as the simultaneous sound of rifles being cocked (are rifles cocked? I don’t know, I don’t own a gun.) pierces the calm Ohio air.
“You’ll never take me alive, coppers” the old biddy shouts as she knocks the stained glass portrait of Boomer Esiason out to get a more tactical look at the situation.
In suburban Cincinnati, where they’ve had 8 property crimes all year, Edna — did I mention she’s 89 years old — is Public Enemy #1.
Some kids kept kicking a football into her yard, she kept it, and the police arrested her.
“It’s the only way to get through to these kids,” she said.
Film at 11.
