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The news article:
A Phoenix police officer had to be pulled out of a north Phoenix canal Monday afternoon after becoming tangled in grates during a dive team exercise.

The officer's condition isn't known. The officer has been taken to John C. Lincoln Hospital.

The officer, along with three other dive team members, were diving at 19th Avenue and Hatcher in the Arizona Canal.

Just before three o'clock, police say four divers were looking for evidence from a drowning last March.

One of the officers came loose from a rope line and became stuck in a grate.

The 43-year-old officer apparently lost his breathing apparatus.

He was pulled from the canal and transported to the hospital in critical condition.

By the time I got off work and got home, the roads around home were pretty much deserted. There were a few cops, and some caution tape, and cones marking off where no one was to turn. I walked home quietly, aware that there was some fufurrah up, and curious as to see what, in fact, it was. I saw lots of police cars up by the canal, and resolved to poke my nose that way later.

My roommatesister filled me in on what happened. She'd been trying to come home, had seen the blockades, had been unable to get in, saw ambulances, and had bad flashbacks. She was in a state. Fortunately, she was able to get to Clover's, where the news was turned on and everything was calmed down. They came back here, and all was good, though still in panic-aftermath.

Bodies in the canal just happen, around here. The one guy who Sis used to work with was sort of deterred from moving into this apartment complex because they found a body in the canal just before he was thinking of moving here.

I think I may be growing too accustomed to Phoenix in that when hearing about bodies in the canal, I shrug and consider it a thing sort of like mosquitoes in Alaska -- "Yeah, it happens..."
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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