Tuesday, June 21, 2016
June 20, 2016
On the first day of summer, I had an unexpected late patrol. As I was on the train, I noticed a black man with what seems to be a "Corona" Malt Liquor (I may not get it correct.) As he was asking for money from another passenger & slurring a lot of his words (in other words he was drunk.) I kept an eye on him until I got to my stop as I appeared in a soundful meditative pose. As I approached I knew my path. As I approached new territory, there was a sense of fear going thru my veins, but I made it turn into adrenaline so I can be better focused. My eyes were like a tennis fan watching Wimbleton from Center Court, always moving, always vigilant. I passed to couples as they were standing out of a bar greeting each other. One in neon shirts as if they were doing some night bicycling & another in casual clothes. They were very cordial to each other. I soon saw a man in shorts & a bare feet standing outside at night. I walked but looked cautious preparing for anything but trying not to be paranoid, as if it might make things worse. As it turned out, it looked like a resident taking a picture of a full moon. He appeared shocked about it, as I said, "At least there are no werewolves." Sorry, Twilight fans, Taylor isn't coming to Boston, at least not as a werewolf. I managed to get to the street I wanted to approach, but as it turned out a tale of two sides; one old neighborhood, another modern chic. As I was walking, I noticed a homeless man pushing a Home Depot shopping cart as he crossed the street. I stayed & watched to make sure no cars hit him. Fortunately, the bus coming that way came to a stop. As I walked, I managed to pass a division of a police station. Something to be cautious of for next time, if ones get paranoid. I soon spotted a man talking another in a white pick-up, but I was too far to take a better look, & couldn't make any assumptions otherwise. It was hard to lose, but better that than report or follow up on windmills that look like giants. Last, I approached a couple when I was going to another train station, a woman in a white flowy dress kissing a man wearing white. I watched as both appeared drunk & I feared the worse. When I heard someone say the word, "whore," I turned quickly fearing something real bad. It turned out to be the woman, & she apologized. All I can say in finishing, I got to be prepared for Red Sox home games. Trains get crowded after a night in Fenway, or the Garden, if you're a Celtics, Bruins, or any events fan.