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Sunday, February 23, 2020

February 22, 2020

On patrol in South Boston, things were a little more of than usual.  The time was later due to unforeseen circumstances.  What I wanted longer wouldn't come until later.  I managed to get to my destination.  Things were cold, but not as bad as the last patrol.  I did think of the "right to 'Bear' arms joke (that's bear the animal, not holding guns just for you second amendment fans.)  I was going to try something new with the patrol route, but let's just say with current circumstances, it wasn't the time for it.  All of the insults were just laughter, at least I wasn't called "asshole" as I was in Taunton. But PR has gotten better.  There were so many ladies looking at me as if I was Enrique Inglesias.  Some posed for pictures, I picked up a dollar for them, one cried, some walked with me for conversations, & one tried to hook up with me.  Weird!  As I crossed the other side of West Broadway, I thought there was a fight.  I yelled at them to stop & they stopped immediately.  I did pass a closed Burger King, with a sole car with its ignition still on.  I checked the car, & as I was going to call 911, one of the workers looked for the closed restaurant & asked me what I was doing.  I asked if it was his car, & he asked why (which, well, take it or leave it.)  As I explained, he said it was his, & we left with a mutual understanding.  There wasn't much in the Seaport, except ladies looking at me weirdly, in a good way.
I did a car patrol in the end, which I honestly hate.  It limits your abilities, especially if you have to park & not cause trouble, you can't accuse to the situation well, & you can't improvise very well to the situation.  I don't see why Boston does some many of those in many of my encounters with them. A good mix of car & foot patrol work just as well, & can save money for the taxpayers.