Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

I walked through Grand Central this (Thursday) morning on my way to a meeting. The strangest part were all the reporters and camera crews. I learned later that there was a press conference going on with Pataki. But at the time, it was strange to see all the commotion. Since I’ve now watched about five hours of war coverage, I’ve seen all the little sub-stories about Grand Central being NY target numero uno. Which explains the large variety of armed soldiers. Has anyone else noticed those creepy black leather jackets that some NYPD wear? It’s kind of a gay 1920’s Euro fighter pilot look. Jeremy and I noticed these earlier in the winter in Times Square and we both did a double take cause it seemed like a costume a cop would wear in a movie.
Speaking of police, my sister’s boyfriend, Jonathan, was robbed at gunpoint Tuesday night in Harlem. He works up there and was stopped on his way home and lost his cell phone and eight dollars. After talking to the police, he figured it was a gang crime and was pretty glad to still have his wallet and satety and all that. But the really weird thing is that the little gun-toting kids who robbed him are now using his cell phone. If you call up Jonathan (sorry, I’m working on getting the number) you hear the kid say, “Hey, whatup, yo!” as a new voice mail message. The police told Jonathan not to cut off his service since they’re trying to catch the thieves by tracking their phone signal. But I keep thinking about the ability he has to call the kid(s) who robbed him. Like most people who’ve grown up in New Orleans, I’ve been the victim to a large-ish share of petty/scary theivery and it’s really really traumatic and sudden and over quickly. And then you think about it so intensely for a while. And I don’t think I’d be able to resist calling the perpetrators up afterwards and chatting with them.