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Sunday, September 13, 2020

September 12, 2020

 Upon request of a citizen, I had to do a patrol during the daytime, which was rare at the time in the last few years.  I di the area of Washington Street.  As I went down Bailey Street.  As a man passed by, he asked if it was Halloween.  I explained who I am.  In response, he was so amazed by who I was, he even doing a video call to his friend via cell phone.  As I went down Ashmont Street, I even redid the path of the classic ride when I was a little boy.  It was blast from the past.  I even saw a woman bending on the ground with a paper bag.  When I asked if she needed help.  She replied she was taking care of weeds.  When I explained who I was to reassure why I asked in the first time.  She was appreciative of what I did. As I walked down a church I noticed a homeless man who was sleeping on the steps.  I checked to see if he was coinscious or in need of going to the hospital, but it turned out as he turned his head, he was actually asleep.  I left, I knew he is alright.  As I saw the two witnesses who saw me, I came up to them to assure them who I was.  They feel very appreciative.  As I passed by Four Corners/Geneva community rail stop, I noticed a car parked in an odd place, but I also noticed the white car, with tinted windows.  They were very tinted windows, way passed the legal limit.  I kept checking around.  The only visible part, was the November inspection sticker, which was rarely seen.  But all of a sudden, a man called me and escorted me to the barber shop and the owner of the car.  It was man who looked like DJ Khaled only with less facial hair and with cornhole haircut. In which he was dressed in jeans and work boots (I know they call it urban,  so much for my knowledge of fashion styles).  When I explained to him why I was there.  He left immediately without having his haircut finished and the apron on.  I chased after him and told him even thou I couldn't arrest him, I advised him to get those windows de-tinted, I also advised him to return the apron to the barber shop.  Even thou he left in a hurry, it was till suspicious, so I thought of going to the police station after the patrol to report this.  As I kept walking I met more people who felt very grateful for my work.  Even meeting those who are willing to stand by my side.  Where I finished, I went to the police station, I explained everything. the officer didn't know me, so she felt odd about me.  I told her what I saw with the car, but she said there was little to be done.  But I explained I knew what I was doing.

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