July 4, 2020

I was on a case. Some one asked me to find atheir phone which their app was hacked.  Looking up the IP address, and noting longitude and latitude as well as location, I narrowed it down to some place in Dorchester or Roxbury.  I had to get to work.  However with the car in the shop, I had to take the bus.  I had to go down to basics not to arrouse suspicion.  I got off at Ashmont.  Even thou I thought to take the train to get the quicker, I'm in uniform, which means I'm on duty, and even on a case, everyone matters.  As I walked up, I went up, nothing much happened until I went to Dudley Street.  I saw some "young" adults (with the words adults being said loosely) throwing firecrackers on a busy street.  There were cars driving thru in fear of getting wrecked or people getting hurt.  I went and told them to stop.  They refused and knew who I was.  They point directions to South End and South Boston, say that "those were the places (I) should be in."  Roxbury was their territory.  Even at bare minimum I would've stayed and fight, but I couldn't.  The reasons are that I was on a case already, and even thou fireworks is a misdemeanor I didn't know how to honestly look at the situation as to if it was a felony.  Frustrated, I had to leave.  I did see someone sitting sitting on the steps a few blocks down.  We had a great conversation, and he was a great man.  He felt there were boo role models left.  All the more reason to keep fighting the good fight.  As I went, I saw a possible street back being a housing area.  Knowing that the street I was going might be that, as well as what happened to fellow real life superhero, Bee Sting, I had to cut off the mission, more on that later.  On my way back, I did see a domestic dispute.  I won't get into details because I don't know if it's an ongoing case.  But the lady was happy, the guy thought I was nothing but someone a "Batman T-shirt."  But an officer arrived and peace was restored.  The innocent and good were appreciative.  As I went to the station about the phone, there was good news and bad news.  Bad news, there was nothing they can do about it.  I don't blame them, after my fight with the Roaming Eye of Doom, I know dealing with computer communications isn't as easy as it looks.  Good news, another officer recognized me and gave me a ton of respect for what I do.  He also said that they were appreciative of the work I do.  That was a happy ending for a patrol day.