HALF LISTENING
I'm sitting here half listening to WWOZ and the Celtic hour with the mournful songs and poetry that is the Celtic soul. I spilled an old file onto the floor and while picking up the pieces came across my pass to Expo 86. It had my picture on the face of it and I thought, did I ever look like that? We all get used to our faces and how it is now is how it was forever, so who is this stranger starring out of the picture?
Am I better now than I was then, its been a wonderful journey these last twenty four years but have I learned anything? I would hope that longer is better, to have left the scene then would have seemed unfinished and the story somewhat diminished. I still have dreams to make come true and that is a fact.
Time to put the coffee on. There that gave me time to consider the rest of this blog entry. There is a situation that is happening at the little sidewalk jewelry stand outside the Steam Clock Starbucks. The young Asian woman who minds the stand feels she is being stalked by an Iraqi refugee. Its true that he is hanging around but then again so am I, me for my coffee and journal and he for who knows what.
The young Asian woman wants me to get a picture of this guy and fool that I am I said I would. She has reported the guy to the police but they say they can do nothing and when ever the police are around this guy makes himself scarce. He has followed her home and shortly thereafter her place was broken into and some of her underwear stolen. For me alarm bells are ringing but the police here can cheerfully say that when sixty plus woman go missing and that nothing suspicious has happened. Our police force makes the Keystone cops look like the epitome of efficient policing.
I'll spend some time down there today and get this bozos picture. Kind of like my days as a PI not all that hard where everyone has a camera and is snapping pictures. Of course its hard to know if I'm dealing with a paranoid woman or some nut case stalker. We shall see what we shall see.
I'm on good relations with most of the shop owners and galleries along Water street and there are smiles and hellos all along the ways from the Co-op to the Steam Works at Cordova and Water. I've really settled in to the hood and far from the awful place that the media portrays in one of their "Isn't it Awful" pieces just before they sock it to us with an SUV ad or a pimple cream ad it feels like home. The good the bad and the ugly are my neighbors and I feel no threat either to my person or my goods.
La Dolce Vita!
Ciao, JWL
An Asian lady on her seat before her shop out in the street is being
stalked by a suspicious man - he hails from Iraq or Iran? - John writes in
his journal at the coffee shop and that perp dissappears when he sees a
cop? - stalking the young lady to her res was made, and a B&E turned into a
panty raid - John will capture the perp with a photo op and have the
evidence for the local cop shop - in case that stalker gets gets brave and
bold then the pictorial story will then be told - you are better looking
now that you were at expo - love the memory lane care - be well my friend -
billy
Cops don't seem to do anything until someone is beaten, raped or murdered
and then one has to wonder if they really do anything! I know youi will
keep an eye on this. It's good to know there are people such as you out
there in this crazy world.