...a-sitting on the frontporch, with a beer and a book, when I hear this car engine open up about a block away. I look up, and there's this white Chevy Caprice barrelling down this residential street, doing about 55-60 as he passed me, barely slowing down as he blows through the intersection, onto the parking lot at the end of the street, still not slowing down, still doing 50, no brake lights, and he slams dead center into the brickbuilding sending the $1,200, 100lbs bronze historical marker flying. I already had the cellphone in my hand anyway, so I figured I might as well call the cops, told them what happened so far, and where etc.
As I was walking towards the scene to render aid, the driver's door flies open, out jumps this big black male and wanders away. I'm still on the phone with dispatch, advice them of the driver leaving, gave them a description and the direction and speed he took, and, I was really impressed with this, 90 seconds into the call, the first two cruisers show up. Incredible. The passenger, a large black female, wandered off, too, so I pointed one cruiser towards her, and sent the other one after the driver.
More cruisers showed up, 5 or 6 or so in total, so they caught the driver pretty quick, showed him to me, "Yup, that's him alright." Had a look at the brick building then: brick wall shoved in, stucko struck off by the flying bronze sign, cast iron gates bent; I guess they'll have to jack up the roof and rebuild the brick wall.
I'm pretty pissed. Here we are trying to revive the block, since it's the part of town with the nicest historical buildings, so we're working with the city, the two museums, the historical society, the newspaper, and all and sundry, we just got the "Looking Good Award", and are nominated for "Historical Home with the Best Exterior Painting", running in the "Hometown Best" contest, just today I was mowing the lawns and park belts on three properties in the neighborhood, we're picking up every piece of garbage left and tossed on the street by them as to prevent the stylish ghetto look to encroach on this neighborhood...it's no use, as soon as they move in, "there goes the neighborhood". You see, the passenger lives in the duplex next door, and the driver was her boyfriend.
Time to talk to the landlord.