Sometimes living here feels very surreal.
For instance, what are the odds that a city school security guard would shoot at two pitbulls, and the bullet would ricochet into Myron Lowery's wife's car?
I know Memphis isn't that big, but we're talking about the mayor pro tem's wife. And this is the first time I've heard of a school security guard discharging his/her weapon.
(Granted, if two pitbulls were coming at me and I had a gun, I'd probably do the same thing. Or, depending on the distance between us, gone inside and waited for the dogs to leave.)
What are the odds that it would rain for most of September here? Probably about the same as the odds that August would be so pleasant.
What are the odds that the Mid-South Fair — forced to relocate after last fall because of the fairgrounds redevelopment project — would this month host a new fair at the old location competing with the old fair at a new location?
What are the odds that the ultimate fighting championship will be in Memphis in December, but hometown fighter Rampage Jackson won't be there because he'll be filming an A-team movie?
What are the odds that Lowery's Dalai Lama fist bump would result in him writing a guest column for CNN?
For that matter, what are the odds I'd mention Lowery twice?
It's just ... odd.