I took a walk down to Whole Foods. It was a nice break from Crim Law (how many cases can I read about parents killing children, men killing the men who sodomized and then mocked them, people ruining other people's lives with automobies?) and it was fun to see all the beautiful houses decked out in Halloween garb.
I ran into Paulette, my former neighbor, who told me that two nights ago a woman two houses from where I used to live was raped when a "middle-aged Indian man" broke in her bedroom window. Our minds all went immediately to icky ex-landlord, who is Bangladeshi. (And she thought it might be rumor, so she checked with a police customer who called into the rape division and it was all confirmed.)
That would be the perfect final chapter to that saga. To Dayton, who doesn't really understand why I moved last time or why I excommunicate people I don't like, I could say, "Trust me. When I say I don't like a person, they turn out to be a rapist."
There are fireworks right now. Um, why?
The funnest thing at Whole Foods tonight? Goat Cheese Grit Cakes. And Shrimp Grit Cakes. I am SO in New Orleans! It was nice to feel like it for a little while before it's back to the grindstone.
My training tomorrow for Civil Rights Investigator is a bigger deal than I thought - the Dept. of Justice is coming and I have to interview with them to get clearance and make a schedule. OY vey!
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