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.

May 31, 2016

My first regular patrols of Boston started in a certain section I've made regular appearances while on tours.  I was lucky I had a good sense of direction because it felt I was learning new trails along the way.  As I walked on the far section I basically watched the area.  One I looked at some people in a playground.  I was confused on the ages, but as soon I saw an authority figure, I knew it was safe.  As I had to avoid certain areas because my sunglasses couldn't handle the dim light & it was too risky to start in a well off section while I stand out like a sore thumb.  As I walked in more lit areas I noticed more people walked with their cell phones as the norm.  I felt there maybe some luck that it was popular areas.  I had to pace myself so not to look suspicious.  As I walked I felt more confident that Boston is right for me.  I wonder where my next adventure would take me?

October 31, 2015

After a hiatus, I was ready to go back to patrolling.  Halloween has always been my test start for being an Real Life Super Hero, from rookie to today.  This was the first I did in Boston.  It was a shaky start as the train had problems at some stops, so I had to take a shuttle bus.  Fortunately with a cornucopia of costumes (no pun intended) I managed to fit in.  As I got off it was like one huge trick or treat for adults,as I saw costumes all over.  It started with a couple getting into an argument, but I dismissed it as drunk & sober mixture.  As I crossed it was easy to interact.  I kept my focus through-out the work.  I wanted to go to a certain section, but with the pub crawls going on, discretion had to be the better part of valor.  A weird moment came when a guy dressed like a security guard from the Walking Dead, which almost looked like he was already a zombie being drunk approached me to ask questions.  I was cautious.  Fortunately, unlike "The Injury," there was a sober best friend & plenty of witnesses.  I soon saw a homeless guy holding the doors for everyone.  it was late & I had one more granola bar to use.  I decided to give it to hik anyway, since he needed it more than I do.  He was very thankful, but I had to leave soon.  The later it got the more high-risk it was be for lack of focus.  As I head for the train station, I noticed a beggar selling a Wal-Mart give card.  I saw two men in costumes, one in a kilt, have a devious thought.  I stayed & watched.  There was no action so I moved on.  As I was in the station, as the conductor called me sir, I said he deserved the honor more than me because he worked at tat job at night on holiday when he could be asleep, having fun, or be with his family.  He said that someone understood him, & I felt proud of myself.  I won't give the last part due to if it is still ongoing.  But all I can say is when there was suspicious activity, I did report it.  A fantastic patrol!!!

August 15, 2015

Not much on this patrol.  I was trying a new area, but noticed a huge presence with security after the recent crimes in Boston.  As much as I tried to compensate, I didn't want to get into too much risk.  I was also trying new head gear used by athletes.  After that my head felt waxed.  Something for future consideration thou.  A huge advancement was as that I covered much more of an area as well as knowing how many roads I could travel.  A huge laugh came when I saw a lady wearing a hat & scarf you would see from the granny of the old Combat Zone.  As much as I tried, I had to cut it short.  But facing myself under pressure & surmounting to it shows huge promise in future patrols, & shows that I have my head in the game.

August 2, 2015

As I was feeling draining I was pondering whether to grab something.  Worried I would basically get unwanted attention.  I went to the same stand that was near where I saved a life.  I grabbed an apple and gave the man an extra dollar.  He kept calling me sir & I replied, "I am no sir, you are more sir than I.  Call me friend."  The apple was the best apple I ever had in a while.  Generosity always makes food better.  I was going to do a certain section, but there was a festival.  Once again, I backtracked to avoid unwanted attention.  I noticed a lot of new areas, as I was getting more and more acquainted As I crossed an area, I heard some Hispanic kids walking around going in my direction.  They crossed the street, and IU as I saw the passing car I screamed "Vamanos!"   As I crossed section & the park, I heard a town play.  I passed on the back side.  I heard some kids acting fresh so all I did was walked across them,  No trouble.  As I went back, and this is important.  Always be as if the whole area is under your protection.  I noticed a man with two bags.  He slipped inside his jacket like Napoleon.  So I made the ultimate chess match.  I kept my on him, knowing any move too soon could cause bigger legal problems.  I noticed his body language.  I even saw him leave the bag  my eyes were fixed. Getting a description and setting a plan, if he left the bag as he got off.  One was jumping as I got off the final stop and tell an officer, I don't have the expertise in possible bomb disposal.  He got off with the bag at another stop & I felt sure victory.  Always act as if you are always on patrol.

July 12, 2015

To define heroism nowadays feels like the ultimate taboo.  Nobody wants to be called a hero, but when they're on the 6 o'clock news, they just have the press say it for them.  Even things like calling 911 or asking people to jump out a window of a burning building instead of going inside makes it look heroic.  One is the norm & the other is from the Jackass Manual of Heroism.  As for me, I am proud to be a real life super hero, an RLSH, but that goes to name only.  For me, I look at myself as a public servant, the kind that doesn't get paid.  A hero, yes that's what I do, but don't expect me to want giant statues.  If we do it for every hero, all it would is a planet of stone.  In other words, anyone can be a hero, they just got to have the heart to do it. Tonight I patrolled Boston for the second time.  Same area, but covering some of the Back Bay as well.  Covering new areas always has a magic to it, like a child going to DIsneyland for the first time.  I know I'm going to get a lot of gruff from some of the other RLSH, but I happy with outlay of my uniform.  Known that I'm seen as dangerous keeps me honest & humble, which makes me keep focus & never have myself corrupted.  I was able to cross some risky territory, & feel no ill wills at it.  Then as I was rounding up, I crossed a fruit stand that was open at night, & there was a homeless man holding a trash bag wearing those modern earphones.  I noticed a tractor trailer coming in.  Of course it was the corner, but at the speed it was going, even slow, no action would've hit the man, probably fatally.  In my patrols, I kept solemn but focused, not talking to anyone, concentrating on my work.  But then all I did was jumped grabbed his arm to move him out of the way.  He resisted, which is a natural action, but I also pointed why I did it.  Even when I explained to him afterward, he said thank you and shaken my hand.  My first life saved as Basilisk, no big deal.
Now I know I'm putting this in my blog & you're asking isn't doing this showing that you think it's a big deal.  That's not the reason I'm doing this blog.  This is supposed to be a teacher, a way to teach others looking at this work as unique perspective & how to be in certain situations./  Actually, it really is no big deal.  Anybody can do it, or at least should.  I think basically it takes hero to show that taking an extra step shows that people should care, rather than taking a picture of a person drowning & send it to the police.  If we need to show love, we have to prove we can love.

June 19, 2015

I was back at Plymouth patrolling, perhaps for the last week-end.  Not much happened.  As I walked past the park again, it felt like a parade.  The only thing noticeable was picking up a discarded can in the garbage, & fixing a "No Parking" sign.  But as I passed & let others go by, not all were receptive.  Actually, only one group.  I cut early to prevent suspicion.  A quiet patrol, but very heartfelt.