Going Postal

Sherrill was born November 13 1941 to father Charles Bennington Sherrill and mother Anna B Wiens in Watonga Oklahoma. Though little is know about Sherrill’s childhood, accounts of his later life vary. Some accounts say that Sherrill was a known peeping tom, and would chase children around as they yelled out “Crazy Pat!” Though whether this last report took place while he was a kid or an adult is unclear.

Patrick Henry Sherrill, a former Marine who qualified “expert” (highest rating) with a rifle straight out of boot camp in 1965. Sherrill would re-qualify in 1966 as “marksmen” (third highest rank) in rifle and “expert” in pistol. He would be honorably discharged from the Marines and would go to join the Oklahoma Air National Guard, 137th Combat Support Squadron of the 137th Tactical Airlift Wing, Based out of Will Rogers Air National Guard Base.

Sherrill was known to be a loner, socially inept, and would blame management for his his inability to keep a job. He would eventually get a job as a relief carrier for the USPS in Edmond, Oklahoma. Being a relief carrier, meant that he had no permanent route, putting him low in the ranks at the USPS.
Most stories vary as to what kind of a postal worker he was. Some stories state that Sherrill excelled at delivering mail, gaining him praise and admiration from the people on his routes. Other stories state that he was terrible at his job and that Sherrill was prone to outburst.

On the day of August 19th 1986, Sherrill went in to work and would be reprimanded by his two supervisors. Again conflicting accounts would tell two different stories. One side said Sherrill had been reprimanded for personal reason unrelated to his job performance. Yet the other side of the story, say that he was reprimanded by his supervisors for his performance on the job. As if the conflicting accounts of Sherrill getting in trouble at work weren’t bad enough there are reports that state that Sherrill had at one point reached out to a union steward to say he was being mistreated and that “he needed to get out of there”.

Conflicting theories aside, that afternoon after the incident with the supervisors. It is said that Sherrill approached one of his female coworkers and asked if she was going to be working the next day, She replied and said “of course” to which Sherrill said “you should stay home”. Apparently this female coworker was the only one that was “nice” to Sherrill.

August 20th 1986, Sherrill entered the post office at 7AM, in uniform with his blue courier bag in tow. He would immediately seek out his supervisors finding only one of them. Sherrill would pull out two 45 caliber hand guns from his courier bag and open fire killing one of the two supervisors. (Call it luck or a miracle or whatever have you, by some strange chance his second supervisor had over slept and was running an hour behind.) Sherrill would move through out the post office shooting everyone he could find. Going out of his way to insure he killed everyone he could. Looking under desks and cubicles.

When the police arrived they would use bullhorns and telephones to try to communicate with Sherrill. For 45 minutes the police attempted to make contact with Sherrill. It wouldn’t be until a little after 8AM, after the Edmond Swat team stormed the building that they would discover that Sherrill had shot himself in the head.

In the end 14 bodies were found dead, 7 Female, 7 Male. 6 others were wounded and had only survived because they had played dead. Sherrill had two 45’s and a 22 pistol in his possession, along with 200 rounds of ammo. In the end only the 45’s had been shot and only 50 rounds had been fired. Authorities would say one of the 45’s had been “fine-tuned to make it as accurate as possible.” Sherrill had obtained the two pistols and the ammo from the Oklahoma Air Nation Guard.

One interview with the Edmond District Attorney, Bob Macy who said, “…you walk back a little ways on the right in a booth there’s three bodies, and walk back a few feet further and there’s four bodies, you go back a little bit further and there’s another couple, come back up the other side and there’s isolated bodies. You go back in the backroom where they are having break, there’s donuts and coffee on the table, and a dead body laying there…”

To this date, and as of writing this, the Edmond Post Office shooting stands at number 14 of the 30 deadliest mass shootings in the us. This terrible event is credited with helping coin the term going post. The event also spurred a number of copycat shootings in post offices, over the next 10 years. Including John Merlin Taylor.

The Hope of The Unknown

We want the wonder in the world to be real and to remain. We want it because it gives us something to look forward to.

Jay

Humans have an innate nature, an urge to want more. Though the craving for more can be both good and bad, it’s still hardwired in all of us. Though often enough, we humans confuse want for need. We need more life-sustaining medical advances. We want this weekend’s winning lottery numbers this. We need better education for our future generations. We want to binge-watch The Last of Us.

The gift to seek more can be a very beneficial product of human instincts. Like when you finish a good book or come to the season finally of a show. The human mind will wonder within itself. Creating, molding, sculpting, and producing stories and thoughts about possibilities of what’s to come next.

From that need, we discover a universe of new ideas. We engage with others in a common interest. We discuss we agree, and we even fight! But the most important thing is we share a bond. We share a fondness for exhibit A and we want more of it!

Just as we discover more and more about the characters and plots that take place within a book. The world also has the same characteristics. The more of this world that we uncover, the uninhabited forest, the vast deserts, and even the limitless oceans and seas, the more we hold on to the hope of something more.

Hope. We hope that there is still some mystery in the world. That magic isn’t just for the world of Harry Potter. That maybe those of us born in the 90s didn’t get our letters because of the battle of Hogwarts. We hope that maybe fairies, dwarves, and mermaids exist. That maybe Big Foot isn’t a hoax. (The only man in a monkey suit I know of as being real is the guy that signs my checks). We need the world to have more.

We want the wonder in the world to be real and to remain. We want it because it gives us something to look forward to. A sense of purpose from our boring and mundane life. It drives the hobbyist big foot hunter (Big Feet Hunter?). It gives us a break from the routine of nine to five and gives us something to be interested in. It’s the reason we can’t wait till next week to see the next episode, or read the next book in the series, or search for every podcast, blog, news article, and YouTube video. We need more.

The fascination for the unknown also comes at a price. If they ever capture big foot/feet. The magic will be gone. For a time, bigfoot will be everywhere, and eventually, all interest will be lost. So will the wonder and joy. That doesn’t mean we should give up on the chase. It just means that we should enjoy the journey. As for Harry Potter and magic. A part of me believes we exist among magic. It may not be all robes, wand, and butter beer. But it is Hope, Wonder, and Imagination. As long as we don’t lose that, this world of ours will continue to give us all the wonder and mystery we could crave.