It's After Midnight In The City
Wilkes-Barre is, according to most, a small city. For me, it's big; I never voted on a machine before, or lived where there was more than one traffic light.
The moon is out, fairly orange in the humidity and whatever else is up there in the atmosphere. It's supposed to be full in two days, but seems to be within one day of hitting the mark. I don't believe in the "full moon = crazies are loose" theory and there is little, if any, scientific evidence to support it. Nor does Auntie Flo pay her visit more often then; another charming folk tale brought to you by the former makers of Lydia Pinkham's Vegetable [and 50% alcohol] Compound For Women.
Not much traffic tonight -- tonight being defined, roughly, as "1:30 a.m." Over at the newspaper, where I am a contributing columnist, the contract carriers (who mostly bring bundles out to the paperboys) are moving their cars and vans in and out; the other newspaper has its trucks on the road around the same time.
Since some people on City Council have pushed to have a few pay phones in the south end taken out, the drug dealers appear to be coming up this way to set up their deals. I've seen pay phone use near the newspaper at times when nobody would be there. They know cell phones are dangerous, as they can be traced; pay phones are invisible.
There's been a quiet party going on at 41 West North Street, right near us. Students, I assume, even though this is not the season for students. They're just sitting and standing around, drinking something from cans. They've been here a while now and they're just a little too quiet for college students on their own. I'll have to find out what's up over there.
That's it for the night watch. Time now is 2:05 a.m.
The moon is out, fairly orange in the humidity and whatever else is up there in the atmosphere. It's supposed to be full in two days, but seems to be within one day of hitting the mark. I don't believe in the "full moon = crazies are loose" theory and there is little, if any, scientific evidence to support it. Nor does Auntie Flo pay her visit more often then; another charming folk tale brought to you by the former makers of Lydia Pinkham's Vegetable [and 50% alcohol] Compound For Women.
Not much traffic tonight -- tonight being defined, roughly, as "1:30 a.m." Over at the newspaper, where I am a contributing columnist, the contract carriers (who mostly bring bundles out to the paperboys) are moving their cars and vans in and out; the other newspaper has its trucks on the road around the same time.
Since some people on City Council have pushed to have a few pay phones in the south end taken out, the drug dealers appear to be coming up this way to set up their deals. I've seen pay phone use near the newspaper at times when nobody would be there. They know cell phones are dangerous, as they can be traced; pay phones are invisible.
There's been a quiet party going on at 41 West North Street, right near us. Students, I assume, even though this is not the season for students. They're just sitting and standing around, drinking something from cans. They've been here a while now and they're just a little too quiet for college students on their own. I'll have to find out what's up over there.
That's it for the night watch. Time now is 2:05 a.m.
posted by Tom Carten at 2:13 AM
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