Saturday, March 29, 2014
March 29, 2014
I did a civilian patrol by Plymouth Center. I noticed a person taking pictures of the First Parish of Plymouth. Probably an advertiser for the church or the local news photographer. After a quick coffee break I headed on my walk. Nothing much to report other than the fact along the way, I noticed an open car door with two people talking on their smartphone, one male one female. It looked like they were texting and I don't think there was a thing for credit cards on smart-phones so it wasn't anything devious, presumably. A woman getting ready for her wedding was taking home her wedding gown. With the weather coming later, I hope it doesn't get ruined. I would've went to the corner, by Massachusetts State Police were at Memorial Hall with lights & sirens on. I detoured. Whatever there it was for the best, because I was a civilian & even if I was in my work clothes I haven't developed a rapport so that they can trust me with my knowledge & sleuthing. I do have detective skills, but all relationships take time to form and develop. As I crossed on the other side, I noticed a man in a blue hooded sweatshirt looking behind me. Best to remain silent, especially as he said hello to two men. I saw my old teacher (name confidential to keep privacy) as we talked about old times and today. Pretty quiet patrol, but working.