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"Sunday Dinner"

It’s a typical Sunday dinner at the Mangums’ house up in the hills of West Virginia. Daddy Hoyt Mangum, sits at the head of the table. Wife Miriam is next to him. The Mangum children, Olin, Josh, and Beatrice are seated around the table.

Daddy Hoyt asks the blessing and they begin — skinless chicken and fixings. Son Olin, 24, makes a snide remark. There’s a heated exchange between father and son.

Daddy Hoyt gets up, goes to a drawer and hauls out a .22-caliber target pistol. Thinking the handgun is only for show, son Olin continues to mouth off.

Daddy Hoyt fires the first shot, the bullet piercing the top of son Olin’s right ear. The boy takes that kind of personal.

Son Olin is out the door and headed for his F-150 pickup. He grabs a .22-caliber pistol out of the glove box and races back to the dinner table.

Mother Mangum, little brother Josh, and sister, Beatrice, are cowering under the table. Olin fires back at his daddy. Each shot is returned until both revolvers are empty.

Neighbors have called the cops. With a report of "shots fired" it doesn’t take long for the law to respond. Detective Sergeant Bryson recovers the weapons and puts them in plastic evidence bags.

Paramedics treat son Olin in their rig, but the bullet is lodged in the back of the young man’s skull, so they transport him to the hospital.

Sgt. Bryson cuffs Daddy Mangum and puts him in the back of a patrol car, charging him with "malicious wounding" and "wanton endangerment."

Son Olin, at the hospital, will be charged only with "wanton endangerment." That’s because none of his shots hit anybody.

You’ve got to wonder what caused this uproar. The argument was over how to properly cook skinless chicken. Nothing about religion or politics — just skinless chicken!

At age 24, it’s time son Olin found a place of his own.


Copyright-Bob Ford 2004      


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As a police reporter turned retired South Carolina Cop, Bob Ford writes "Call the Cops" with authority. "Call the Cops" ranges from the humorous to the outright bizarre and is published in several media throughout the Southeastern United States.   Bob is also CopNet's South Carolina Screening Officer.



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