Evidence

Two blocks from where I live is a police station.  Every so often a wrecked car is parked along the street; disturbing and unsightly.  This stretch limo was the most graphic.  The sealed evidence was in the front passenger seat and the rear right side.  The front of the car was badly ripped up.  The rest of the story was the high end car resting across the street a block farther up.  Clearly that driver had been going at great speed, run a red light, smashing into the left front of the limo.  What a difference a second can make in life’s trajectory.  

Speechless!

Awoke last night at 4:28.  Nothing startled me, just awoke and thought to get out of bed. I always note the time for various reasons.  Outside it was quiet. Until.  At 4:30 my outside door buzzer went.  Not too long, not too short, just about right.  First thought it was ‘kids’ or someone quietly walking along, having ‘fun’ pushing the random button.  I listened from where I stood and heard nothing.  No running feet, silence.  Walked from the bedroom into my sitting room and listened again. Had the sense of someone inside the hallway.  Went to my door, stood and listened.  Felt something.  In the upper center of my door is a round 3 inch circle with a circular cover which swings to the side leaving a hole through which one may look.  I moved it one quarter inch aside, just so one eye could see out.  And there, looking back a me, a twenties-something woman.  Long dark hair, heavily made up eyes, and she says tentatively ‘hello’.  I do and say nothing. She repeats ‘hello’.  She is bathed in light and so I can see her clearly.  I am inside a dark apartment so if she can see anything, it is only one eye.  And an angry eye.  Angry at the audacity of ringing my door.  The audacity of someone in my small building calling for a ‘girl’ and at that hour.  Getting the number wrong.   But I did wonder, how did she get in?  There are double doors that have to be released by buzzer and I can hear the buzzer and the release.  I heard nothing.  There was no answering buzz and I certainly didn’t buzz her in, and she had come to my number.  She repeated her ‘hello’ a third time and I could see confusion and some sort of discomfort in her eyes and spreading over her face.  She looked down at whatever she held in her hand.  She turned and went down the stairs.  I saw she was wearing a red coat slimly belted.  I heard the outside door close.

Guess the Nationality

There is a joke about the Dutch being cheap like the Scots.  A charity ball in London, is attended by guests from both nations.  The call for the checks of donations goes out, and the Scotsman faints.  Before he hits the floor, eight Dutchmen catch him and carry him out.

-The posted sign on the city’s circular trash cans on the street corners state: not for home or business trash.  This box, a good 24 x 36 inches is sitting on the ground right next to the cylinder waiting for the trash truck.  Stripped of all shipping labels of course.

The Perks

of offering to help someone standing on the corner with a guide book.  They were three, a father, mother and son.  The book was in French.  The sun was out and I was on my way to a destination, but they looked lost.  So I stopped and asked if they needed help.  They wanted to know which way to Bedford.  It’s right there, I pointed out.  Then the man showed me a description in his guide book for a hidden grouping of brick houses.  There was a street name but no address.  I said it might be this way, the way I was headed, but I didn’t know for certain.  I had never seen it.  They said they would follow.  I headed a hundred feet in the direction I was going and noticed a gate to my  left.  I looked into the gate and saw this!  I called to them, this is what you seek.  I would never have seen it on my own.  The first pictures I took were through the closed gate.  A day later the gate happened to be open when I walked by again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That Moment

Looked out my apartment window, and at that moment, a shiny, black bmw mini suv was driving north, somewhat slowly as the driver was trying to navigate a biker and make a left turn.  Something on the car’s roof caught my eye as the car was turning. I moved to the other window to follow the turn and identify what I had seen.  On the roof, a notebook/soft briefcase, waiting to slide just a little closer to edge and off into the street.  My window was closed and too far away to yell, and apparently no one else was seeing it.  I have no idea what happened as the car moved out of sight.  Did the passenger place it there while [s]he removed a coat before entering the car?

Ya Gotta Read This.

Rather a unique website, I’m recommending.  It seems to be a collection of doom and gloom.  However, check out this one article:  a man killed surfing on subway #6.  Most enlightening are the discussions below the article by the male participants.  Sort of a dumb and dumber in real life.

just copy and past this in your browser.

http://www.dnainfo.com/new-york/20140403/soundview/45-year-old-subway-surfer-dies-while-riding-atop-6-train-nypd-says?utm_source=outbrain&utm_campaign=NY