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Glad. Sad. Mad.
We both talked to Emily today. She's decompressed a bit, after essentially pulling a triple all-nighter earlier in the week to get her thesis film done on time. (My undergraduate thesis- a paper- required my only double all-nighter ever, so she beat me by a good day, or, I guess, night.) She's coming in to town tomorrow, for a high school friend's graduation party from UB, and we'll also get our pictures taken for the church directory as, probably, the last family to be photographed. She sounds good; she attended screenings of other kids' films today, and the criticism, beyond being constructive, was generally kind. I suspect she needs that right about now.


Two funerals in town today; we didn't attend, but both touched. The big production was for Ben, the five-year-old cancer victim, whose megachurch funeral was full up, streamed on the Internet, and was full of both sadness and gladness.  Meanwhile, closer to home for us, we each saw our neighbor Laura coming home from the wake (yesterday) and funeral  (today) for her childhood friend who died in the Richmond balloon accident last weekend. That event was much more quiet and sedate, but Natalie's  family was surrounded by just as much love and appreciation.

The senior sports columnist for our local paper knew Natalie personally- his daughter grew up with her- and he posted this memoriam of her yesterday. As it happens, I have a couple of married friends in Richmond, the husband of whom has worked in sports for the local paper. I asked if he'd known her, and told him of the tribute in the paper here. No, he replied, they'd never met, but he'd read Jerry's piece earlier in the day. Not sure if it was in the RIchmond  paper-paper or just posted online, but I was bittersweetly glad that her local friends got his longer-view perspective of her life, shortly-but-still-well-lived.


Then there are the local stories that just make you want to spit nails.

A local grand jury declined to prosecute a well-heeled and police/politically connected bar owner, whose SUV hit-and-ran-over a bicyclist late last year, killing him. She came under suspicion because she took her vehicle to be repaired at a collision shop miles away from her home and business. She lawyered up, refused to testify, and to this day her attorney "no comments" on whether she was driving at the time.  As with Orenthal, it may take a civil suit, less immersed in the politics of parties and power, to bring any justice.

Meanwhile, last weekend, a National Guard member was handcuffed and beaten to near-death in an altercation in a known "cop bar" near the UB Main Street campus. Off-duty city police officers are suspected, at a minimum, of doing nothing to stop the violence. The victim will likely not recover from his severe cerebral injuries, and the Thin Blue Line appears as electrically charged as ever in this area.
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puppy_ciao From: puppy_ciao Date: May 18th, 2014 02:34 am (UTC) (Link)
Is Molly's a cop bar??? I had no idea. When I was in college it was the home of $2.50 pitcher and 50-cent well drink Thursdays, which were insane and I'm sure the cops were not fans of it then. Either way, crazy story :-/ yikes
warriorsavant From: warriorsavant Date: May 18th, 2014 12:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
When I was HHQ Reserve Commander, one of my unit Commanders called me for advice. The police wanted to arrest one of the Soldiers in her unit, and they wanted her to call him in to the unit "to work" so that they wouldn't have to go to the bad part of town where he lived and arrest him there. (If you're wondering, I told her not to. It would break faith with our Soldiers, and put all of her orders under a pall of suspicion. Arresting people is the police's job, so sorry if they don't like certain parts of town.)
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