Across the street from our house young people slowly approach the post office with their phones out, rapt in the pursuit of collecting cartoons. The post office dispenses ammo and other goodies to play the PokemonGo game. The library across from that also dispenses the balls and berries, potions and lures needed to stay competitive. The coffee shop sited between these two is popular for its convenience, not to mention the WiFi hotspot. So in spite of the blast furnace type weather we are having, the sidewalks are populated with people shuffling along intent on the tiny screens they are holding in front of them as they walk. I wish them luck in the hunt, but more than that, I hope they stay aware of the traffic.
Yes, this is the hottest week of the year. Watching the news and heard the weatherman report that it was "nice and quiet" here in Baltimore. I mean, in addition to looming thunderstorms and the country's largest art festival. What he was remarking about was the low level of civil unrest, as if it were a weather condition. I see this in the traffic reports coming. People will turn on the radio before the morning commute to see which roads are blocked by protest.
This morning started like most others these days. I had a lead on the coffee and Hubby was watching the news. As I was uploading art to a cloud, I began to detect a smell very like heating fuel oil. But we use gas. I was perplexed by the smoke wafting up from the basement until remembering the flyer of notice the city passed through our mail slot. It was something about testing the sewer pipes and how harmless the test smoke would be. Well...I dont, don't like being gassed in my home by the government. The very idea gives me the creeps. But it cleared up and not a trace remains. After a while I forgot it even happened.
A few nights ago, our roommate, Joe and I attended some gallery openings at a set of pop ups that I hadn't seen before. They were each in the first floor of adjacent storefronts in the 500 block of West Franklin Street, near the expressway. As we got in the car to leave, I noticed we were surrounded by police cars, all lit up and flashing. I pulled the car into traffic and waited for some movement when an officer tapped on my window. I was startled, but I did not hesitate when he directed me to drive around the patrol car in front of me and beat it the hell out of there. It seems we had been on the edge of a protest where someone was shot, as I read in the media the next day. It had been one of three shootings that night.i was glad to get home.
The other morning I saw a young man wearing a black suit and tie with a white shirt, very crisp. He was driving a late model black Audi sedan down the alley, followed by a severe young woman driving a windowless, high topped black Mercedes van. This vehicle was also highly polished and perfect. I figured they were coming to take a neighbor for a final ride.