Weird goings on – it’s not the heat
Around this time of year in New Orleans, weird crime starts to spike. Everyone used to blame the heat, and then they said it’s not the heat, it’s the stupidity. But there is something else, some form of desperation that is worse than heat or stupidity – it’s a man confronting a woman to steal her purse and then knocking her down to the ground and man behind her calling out to the perp to stop and getting shot in the face. Or it’s the woman who was being beat by a muscular man and crying out “I can’t believe this is happening to me.” But by the time the cops showed up, the perp and the woman were gone – was she kidnapped?
This morning, a man I see on the bayou pretty much every morning came over and introduced himself to me and asked if I had seen the craziness on the bridget the other day. A guy in a pick up truck tried to come across the Magnolia Bridge but the big iron pillars stopped him, so he went zooming around the bayou, drove up on the grass and entered the bridge from the other side, and zoomed across it and ran into the iron pillars, and then backed out of the bridge and took off down Moss. Psycho?
It’s around this time that the bucolic mixes with the alcoholic and perhaps throw in some crack and you have instant insanity. For those who are not familiar with it – it’s why we live here, not the horrific stuff, but the other side of the insanity that makes for a compelling life.