|Pigtails (please ignore the poor composition of this photo)|
We had such a Baltimore moment last night. I heard a helicopter, and then someone in the helicopter speaking though the public address system, so like any red-blooded American, I stuck my head out the door to see if the Revolution had indeed begun. I'm sure "Bomb Baltimore Back to the Stone Age" could only gain voters at the RNC, but I digress. The helicopter was police and the person making the announcement was calling out two names and telling them to "CALL HOME IMMEDIATELY." Do they do that in LA? Somehow I can't imagine police in any other city getting into a helicopter to tell Jimmy "For God's sake, call your mother, she's worried sick."
Aerial policing is disturbing for many reasons that are above the pay grade of this blog, but here in Baltimore it also seems like a poor financial and logistical choice. This city is small, with endless cover, narrow streets, and a lush canopy of foliage. I guess I should be thankful that the powers that be aren't deciding to blanket us with a layer of Agent Orange for better policing. In any case, I hope Darell is safe tonight and has called home. (No Amber Alert, and no local news coverage, so I'm thinking it wasn't anything too serious).
Today is day 1/28 until our little family is reunited in Providence. I'm thinking of B. and hoping the days pass quickly.