posted on Jul, 25 2005 @ 01:06 PM
It was hot Sunday afternoon as my three year old grandson and I sat in the relative coolness of my living room watching "Finding Nemo" for the
hundredth time. Although he knew better, my darling boy seemed genuinely disturbed that the " ugwi shock" was going to eat Dori and the clown fish.
Just as I reached to pull him closer, a noisy car barreled past my apartment.
Hitting the street's speed bumps doing at least sixty, the car recklessly bottomed out. With tires screeching the driver lost control and slammed
into a parked car. The loud crash brought out concerned neighbors only to glimpse the battered red sedan madly fleeing the scene.
Living in San Pablo I've grown accustomed to the high percentage of reckless drivers on the roads. At least once a month someone hits a parked car on
my block. I'm only grateful that there were no children playing nearby this time. Only two years ago a beautiful little girl was killed by a hit and
run driver while playing on the very same sidewalk.
As mentioned in previous posts, the streets of San Pablo are not safe. There is an alarming number of blatant violations overlooked by San Pablo pd
due to the illegal status of much of the towns population. It's all politics I'm told, as if that's any consolation.
After being distracted, we lost interest in the movie and decided to cool off in the back yard instead. Laying listlessly on the itchy grass I
watched as my Boy watered both the flowers and himself equally. The unconditional love I felt for the small person playing next to me, brought me an
inner peace seldom felt. But this too would be short lived.
Hearing numerous shouts, I jumped to my feet. Running to the front yard, I was horrified to see a dozen cops pointing their guns at a suspect, as they
charged after him. Not wanting to be one of those innocent victims who's caught by a stray bullet, I ran madly out of harms way.
It seems the hit and run driver foolishly drove back to the scene to view his handiwork. This time before he drove away, someone got his license
number and called the police.
The cars other passenger surrendered willingly and was quietly taken away. But the driver tried to run, then struggled violently as he was forced into
the squad car.
When the police found crack coc aine and a concealed weapon inside the suspects car, He made one last attempt to escape. Using his head, he broke
the cars back window.
Some of the spectators lining the street, were obviously amused by the suspects obvious desperation. I was only saddened. I had just witnessed the
ruin of a man's life.
Even now as I'm compelled to write about it, I'm not sure why.
[edit on 7/25/2005 by dollmonster]