Some neighbors and I just witnessed an attempted act of vandalism at 45th and Larchwood at 12:49. We heard a loud pop, a car alarm and smashed glass. We discovered that a neighbors car had been pelted with a bottle. Fortunately the car looks undamaged.
I spoke with some neighbors about this and the story we pieced together was: A neighbor had seen a group of teenage boys (one with a Coatesville jersey) remove item(s) from the bed of a parked truck at the corner of 46th and Larchwood. They then attempted to throw a glass bottle through the window of a Lexis SUV parked on Larchwood. Neighbors gave chase but the kids ran off very quickly. A neighbor asked me if this weekend was Penn Relays . He thought this had happened before and his theory was that groups of young athletic track kids have too much time on their hands and that they are fooling around out of boredom and perceived anonymity. They also have the ability to get away very quickly. I called the cops and they showed up in a few minutes and took down the relevant information. Lowell On 4/29/07, Brian Siano <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
Ross Bender wrote: > Spring 2007. University City Village lay in ruins. Teetotallers, many > of them AME deacons, wandered the streets harassing drunken yuppies, > weekend oenophiles, and smashed cars. (Soundtrack: Adagio by Samuel Barber) NARRATOR: Wounded dogs roamed at will, seeking out radioactive cats for automatic barbecues. The lavapit that was aonce Clark Park continued to host festivals, now known as Burning Man. The mutants-- the inheritors of this hell once called the Green Earth-- lived in the underground remnants of the Mill Creek, seeking out the pieces of shattered Penn students to cook in the ruins of Abbraccio. The weather itself had turned its terrible wrath upon Man, bringing down meteor storms. Then fireballs. Then rains of ice weasels, which fell into chimneys to feast on yummy radioactive soot that tasted, well, not really tasted _like_, but... well, you know those Lorna Doone crackers? Imagine if you took a handful of those, and ground them into a really fine powder, and you used _that_ instead of sugar on a big stack of purple Necco wafers, right? Okay, you got that? Well, that's what radioactive soot tasts like to ice weasels. So they're eating that after they get dropped out of the sky, and... Oh, yeah. It's snowing in April, too. (A shadow enters the screen; mutants look up in awe and fear.) NARRATOR: Into this hell has come a man. Born of ice and steel, he has come to... Uh, Frank? DIRECTOR: Uh.. yeah, Steve? Is there a problem? NARRATOR: Isn't this kind of... you know... DIRECTOR: Steve, just read the lines, okay? NARRATOR: No, really, Frank, I can't read this. It's fascist. DIRECTOR: Fascist? Whaddya mean fascist? You're the voice over guy. Just read the lines, and we can go eat lunch at noon like human beings do. NARRATOR: (Sigh) Into this hell has come a man. Born of ice and steel, he has come to wage war upon the mutant hordes. To retake power for the humans clean of mutation, To purge once and for all the scourge of degenerated oh dear Christ, Frank, I will NOT read any more of this Teutonic Superman Nazi BULLSHIT, I don't CARE how much the studio paid for that CGI work, I am NOT going to be PART of this... no, I'm not gonna shut up, Frank, I can egt on the phone and in _five minutes_ I can have the whole voiceover UNION on a picket line and you'll have to hire your scab brother with the stutter to sell your stupid movie to those goddamn comic book geeks (tape ends) ---- You are receiving this because you are subscribed to the list named "UnivCity." To unsubscribe or for archive information, see <http://www.purple.com/list.html>.
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