This is a small community and thus unknown people are rare . Most people know each other for twenty years. Thus my exasperation when someone asks aren't you related to .... My arrival was somewhat like the man with no name in the spaghetti westerns.
I was seen but nobody knew who I was or what I did for a while. I socialized with a small group of people and other then the gas station I have few interactions with the locals.
Apparently , the places I like to read and blog are also frequented by drug dealers. Yet this is not a big deal for any NYC resident especially one who lived by Washington Square. In fact if I felt homesick for NYC sitting in a Park with homeless people and drug dealers would remind one of home , Washington Square.
The local police explained that they are concerned for my safety and want me to do my late night reading and bloging from areas they can see .
Thus the mystery of the local police is solved. I live near a bar known for rowdiness
,have out of state plates and read books and blog from spots that are frequented by drug dealers. On top of it all I am still largely unknown and that unnerves some. Given all of the above I certainly would stop myself in their shoes.
The requests were reasonable and I complied. I am posting this blog from Ciy Hall a spot not known for drug dealing. Police and citizens should work together as it is our job to comply with reasonable requests as they are trying to keep the town safe.
In many ways the town I am in bears more resemblance to the South Bronx then to Forrest Hills. The amount of social disfunction drugs, alcoholism, homelessness and people who haven't worked in years. I guess this is a paradise that never was but the scenery and the clear skies at night are still impressive.