NEWS NEWS AND MORE NEWS I am going to get all of my memories down, before I forget what I remember!. . . . quote from Stanley Forman


In Between the Big Stories: Crazy Things Happen When You’re Cruising Around Chapter One

Civil War Mon­u­ment top­pled in van­dal­ism. Mon­u­ment was erected in 1908 and restored in 2002.

A cou­ple of weeks ago on my way into Boston to begin my shift I received a call from a source telling me some­where in the City there was ceme­tery van­dal­ism. The source knew the names of two streets but he was not sure of which cemetery.

He gave me the names of Birch & Fairview Streets in Police Dis­trict Five and since I used to live nearby just out­side of Roslin­dale Square I thought it was going to be easy to find.  Prob­lem was I could not find any police look­ing around and the only ceme­tery I knew of was in the Peter’s Hill sec­tion of the Arnold Arbore­tum. It as an old ceme­tery not used any­more but I drove where I should not have and checked it out.  There was noth­ing there and BPD Info Ser­vices had not got­ten any paper­work on it so I moved on to other assignments.

Here is where things get funny in what I do. I was sent to the Readville sec­tion of Boston to cover a story about the unau­tho­rized use of a City fire hydrant to fill a pool with water.  I was with reporter Rhon­della Richard­son and we were not hav­ing much luck in advanc­ing the story.   As we were leav­ing the area I noticed a ceme­tery and the sign on it read “Fairview Ceme­tery.” BINGO, this must be the place I was look­ing for sev­eral hours ear­lier. We drove through the ceme­tery till I saw one of the main­te­nance men and I asked if there had been any van­dal­ism. He pointed me up a hill and said you can­not miss it.

He was cor­rect, there was a mon­u­ment orig­i­nally erected in 1908 to com­mem­o­rate the local heroes of the Civil War.  It was a beau­ti­ful piece of bronze, which the van­dals had knocked off its pedestal. The story itself is com­mon nowa­days but either way it was a ter­ri­ble abuse of an his­tor­i­cal monument.

Then last week I was vis­it­ing the Mar­ket Bas­ket in Chelsea, MA., a local super­mar­ket and as I was leav­ing (with an unneeded desert) there was this young boy prob­a­bly around three, going out the elec­tronic doors almost get­ting into the park­ing lot traf­fic. I looked around, yelled out who belongs to this kid and got no response.

I really did not know what to do. I was afraid to go up and grab the kid think­ing some par­ent would see me near him and you know what hap­pens next.  From about 15 feet I called the kid and told him to fol­low me.  He obvi­ously knew to stay away from strangers and I knew to stay away from him. I sort of coaxed him into the front of the store sig­nal­ing for a front end atten­dant from the store to come over.

A very nice young man took the kid by the hand to take him to the cour­tesy desk. On the way there a worker looked around and was able to spot what appeared to be his grand­mother who had real­ized after at least 5 min­utes she was miss­ing her grand­son. All ended up okay as she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to her.  I think he got the message.

Then Fri­day, same week I went to Malden, MA on a call about mul­ti­ple bee stings. I was think­ing if mul­ti­ple peo­ple were stung it could be a story. I got there about 20 min­utes later.  The Cataldo Ambu­lance was parked and I saw the two med­ical peo­ple from the ambu­lance walk­ing around the forested park and I thought they were still look­ing for victims.

Then I noticed a young boy prob­a­bly ten or so sit­ting on the grass near the ambu­lance, hold­ing a dog and cry­ing his eyes out. I thought he was just hurt­ing from the stings. There was an adult watch­ing over him and I asked him if he was alright and all he could say is his other dog was lost, beg­ging us to please find his dog, between awful sobs. It brought tears to my eyes as I know what it is like to be miss­ing a pet.

He described the dog to me, a medium sized brown and white dog sort of like the one he was hold­ing onto but dif­fer­ent color and a lit­tle big­ger.  I started dri­ving around and when I got to the com­plete oppo­site side of the park I saw three peo­ple hold­ing on to a brown and white dog. I was so excited, got out of the car and asked if they just found it.

The nicest woman told me she found the scared and bee stung dog, called the local PD and got no help. I told her the lit­tle boy who lost it was up the other end and I raced back to get him.  They were so happy and I brought one of the broth­ers back with me to get the dog. In the mean­time the boys’ mother showed up, very upset and when she real­ized all was well she just walked around thank­ing every­one who helped.

It was a nice end­ing to a story that could have ended very dif­fer­ent.  Crazy things when you are cruis­ing around.







Comments (1) Trackbacks (0)
  1. Hello there, just beecame alert to you blog through Google, and
    found that it is really infor­ma­tive. I’m gonna watch out for brussels.I will appre­ci­ate iif you con­tinue this in future.
    Many peo­ple will be ben­e­fited from your writ­ing.

Cancel reply

No trackbacks yet.