Last Tuesday, bad news came in twos. First, my co-worker had her purse stolen from the front seat of her car ... in her driveway (!!) ... while she made the first of two trips into her house with grocery sacks. This teenage punk, no doubt, had 'cased' her house for some time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
It makes me thankful that Seraphim and I fled Savannah proper in favor of a more sedate (and less crime-ridden) life out in Effingham County. At least here in Rincon, when cops pull over speeders on highway 21, there isn't a whole helluva lot of crime going on. Meanwhile, in Savannah the cops are too busy trying to meet seat belt ticket quotas to worry about people getting purses filched and even, recently on the southside, mugged in their own homes.
"Click it or ticket" is of little comfort to those who don't feel safe in their own homes. Oh well, at least the cops get to have those little stickers on their cars so they can be above the laws they ticket us for breaking.
AND SECONDLY, I saw on Nettiemac's blog that on the same day as the above, her brother's workplace was knocked over by an armed thug who apparently had a bomb with him. Yikes!!
I can only hope the police in the Upstate of S.C. give more of a damn about real crime than those down here. My thoughts and prayers are with you, R.M.
Ciao for niao.
--Talmadge "Disgusted Citizen" Gleck
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