My brother died in the World Trade Center. I promised myself, if something like this ever happened, I would never hide under a table.
A man whom police are hailing as a hero in Wednesday’s deadly shooting at a Seattle’s cafe braved gunfire to hurl barstools at the suspect. Identified by police only as “Lawrence,” the man says he didn’t hesitate to put his life in danger, emboldened by the memory of his brother ….
Lawrence’s actions allowed three customers to escape, according to police. Four others died when Ian L. Stawicki, 40, allegedly unleashed a barrage of bullets inside Café Racer, a University District joint popular with music fans and artists. Two of the men killed were folk musicians and best friends; an aspiring actress and an urban planner also died. Half an hour after the slayings, a mother of two was shot and killed downtown. Police believe Stawicki was responsible for both shootings; the mentally ill man fatally shot himself Wednesday afternoon as police cornered him in West Seattle.
Reading about all of the shootings going on in my home city has been a little troubling, but mostly sad, and strangely enough make me want to go home to Seattle to wrap my arms around the city and give it a big big hug and tell it everything’s going to be ok. Amidst all that, reading this makes me feel a little better.
It’s been a sad and strange week around here. Here’s hoping to a much more peaceful weekend, week, and future, Seattle.