Village Semain (Lad, Foto)

Foto: della Morte Santissima l'Angelo Blu--Pantheon, Bernini

Dear Lad,
° What an idyllic Hallowe’en! Clear skies, moderate temperature, a school night--I never fed so many trickortreaters in my life. A classic village Semain.
° Yet, just a few blocks away, there was an incident.
° Overton man, seventysomething, arrested for DUI and for soliciting a fiveyearold girl with a view towards “kidnapping.”

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° The true, nonmedia, nonpolice, version of the story differs richly.
° Siouxsie, who lives not a block from me, was just fixing to go pick up her daughter, who had toured the main street with her playmates, when the phone rang: “There’s a man parked out in front of my house, and he’s been asking every child that passes for ‘help.’”
° Siouxsie burnt rubber. Moments later she was banging on the guy’s window: “What the--((I mean to say, whatever)) are you doing here?”
° He roused, responded in kind, and made as if to get out of the car. “You open that door, I’ll kick you in the ((knees)).”
° He did, Siouxsie did, and as he fell to the pavement, his wallet ((fell out)).
° He had four different id’s. I mean to say, fotoidenticards establishing four separate names for him.
° There was no alcohol on his breath, just woozy stupor.
° And there was a loaded revolver on the seat, and another in his holster.
° And a stash of “drugs.”
° And--well that’s all.
° Village Souxsie 5--Overton Dotard 0.

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° And o yes, he’d ruptured his oilpan or fuel line or--don’t ask me, I wouldn’t’ve known even if I’d seen it myself--and Souxsie was standing in, and he wallowing in, a puddle of gasoline.

° Tucked away safely in the idyllic countryside, Giac.