As I cro the ssed thru Mattapan, I had to make it shorter for on oncoming patrol. As you can see it's a wee smaller. As I passed the night club (or restaurant. God, it's strange how many ways clubs are said), they do remember me, which is pretty good. As I heard some noise on the other side of River Street, I heard some odd noises. Like a banshee (did you expect mew to say Bat Out of Hell?), I saw a group of young men hanging around a parking lot. I had to use a flashlight, since the area looked mostly dark. The guys were fooling, but were put off by the light (which can be understandable) but as well as my helmet, the cape, and the mouth mask with COVID going around, says the idiots who weren't wearing masks. I asked why they were parking here, which looked like a commercial parking lot, but they said they were parking going to the club. Life is full of questions, and then there's Mastercard. Nothing much happened. Just some block parties. But as I got a little higher up Blue Hill Avenue, there were people who were really grateful to see me. Some neighbors really felt safe with me there. IU managed to pass up to Chey Voix. It felt like my version of Crime Alley, as I heard the voice in head being a statement a young girl made after the shooting in 1994 on the ten o'clock news. "We do everything our parents tell us, we do everything our teachers tell us, we do everything our leaders tell us. Why?" That same speech over my head countless times. However it felt better as I was greeted warmly by the Boston Police from Mattapan passing by. It felt like a spiritual blessing. ]I tried to walk up Morton Street, but it was the wrong side, as there was a hill immediately, best not to cross it. However, there was a lady who came up asking for a couple of dollars. I didn't have it but I offered a cereal bar, but she refused. As I headed back, I n noticed the same SUV at Blue Hill Sounds. The first time the lights were on and I came to investigate. The driver was anxious and refused to communicate. The xsecond time the lights were off. But as I came to check out, the driver spotted me and s was still very beligerant. I tried to get a conversation, but refused and drove away, but only to come back when I was gone. I'm a little concerned about. For better or worse for all involved in a civil manner, I'll figure out how to look at this. As I passed by a snack stand, one of my friends in security spotted. We talked about the Cletics and the Patriots. He was very grateful for me being here. So I gave him my card. A pretty good paTROL.
