You know, I don't want this to turn anything into a diary about me anymore than anyone else does, but I feel I have to tell you ALL about something that happened to me Wednesday evening, August 28, 2002.
There I was was, taking my daily um constitutional through a secluded but still residential neighborhood near my home.
Here is what happened. Four cars drove by.
1. The first was a family style sedan that drove inches away from me at around 40-45 mph. By inches, I mean less than a foot.
2. Less than 30 seconds later, a 1970's style green stationwagon with that fake wood paneling on the side approached me from the other direction. At about 200 yards, it slowly (30-35 mph?) and deliberately entered into the opposing lane, i.e. it swerved calmly on my side and maintained the same slow and deliberate speed as it passed its own inches from me. Maintaining this speed on my side for about 200 yards, it calmly reentered its side of the road.
Now at this point, some part of me spontaneously decided that I would hug the shale mini-cliff, in that if somebody wants to run over me, they'll at least have to sustain some car damage.
3. Less than ten seconds after number two removed itself from my view, a third car, a dark (blue?) truck, passed on this side its own inches from me, even in my newfound position.
4. Perhaps ten seconds after it passed, another car whose characteristics didn't seem to be the most significant thing on my mind, also on this side towards me and did the same.
Now, all four were playing loud 70's metal - Skynard? (which usually I like) - but maybe something else?
And now, my conservative friend claims that this happens all the time to everyone. But it's never happened to me before, ever.
So, no other cars passed much before or after for some minutes, this being a secluded wooded area. Of course, I was running to the main street after, so there is not an equitable distribution.
Now, it has now been over 36 hours since I went directly to the Police Station to file a report. The nice man took down my name, number, and home address but determined that the event took place under the dominion of a different boro. He assured me that he would call that different boro and give them the information and that they would then contact me.
Now, I haven't heard a thing, but I've been in school all day yesterday, so who knows.
Now, maybe my sleepy burgh has too much on its plate to deal with this, or maybe my cell phone is anathema to the police, but according to my local Criket affiliate in its promotions brochure, dozens of thousands of people (ok, I don't have the promotional ad in front of me!) are using Cricket and other (cheap, sorry Cricket) phones as their principle phones. I myself find it quite cost-effective. In the company's words, it's like having a home phone with a really long extension cord.
Now, here's my question: Are all of these people including myself SUPPOSED to be without representation when victimized?
Thanks All. Peace out.