October 11, 2011
3. Newblog2011: 10/11/11 Where’s the Heliswatter when you need it?
In the past few minutes, as I’ve been sitting here at the Women’s Center in Cambridge, I’ve been hearing helicopters flying repeatedly over the building.
I could have used the Heliswatter yesterday, and, apparently, I could use it again today.
As soon as I stepped outside of the Women’s Lunch Place yesterday, I heard a helicopter. It stayed in the air, only moving from one side of a building to another as I walked along Berkeley Street to the Pine Street Inn.
At first, I tried to indicate to it that, if it were going to follow me all the way to the Pine Street Inn, I didn’t much feel like walking and wouldn’t mind if it had room for another passenger for what would be a short trip for it. Either it didn’t understand me or didn’t feel like helping out.
It was joined a few times by another helicopter, lower in the sky, that seemed to have the words “Boston Police” written on it. The 2nd helicopter flew directly over me when I was a few streets away from the Pine Street Inn. Then it went around to the other side of me and hovered in the air at a distance.
Either that same helicopter or another like it flew over me again, low in the air, while I was in the garden of the PSI at 2:50 p.m.. It repeated its flight at 2:52 p.m.. I could hear it around for another 10 minutes, with another appearance at 3:00 p.m.. I wrote “Annoying—I’m trying to read and I have to keep interrupting my reading so that I can take notes.”
Then the helicopter started flying over me and then flying around in a half-circle to hover over the highway. It did that twice. The first time it did that, a truck with “ASHLEY” written on it in big letters drove by on the highway, after the helicopter had been above the highway for a minute.
The second time it did that, a truck went by on the highway that said “Young’s,” followed by one that said “Ryder.”
It seems to me that perhaps the conglomerate didn’t appreciate the fact that I made fun of it yesterday. Why is it that people who have tried to make a joke out of me in one way or another for 2 years don’t appreciate it when I try to return the favor?
Also; crude, that. “Ryder.”
Copyright L. Kochman, October 11, 2011 @ 12:58 p.m.
3. Newblog2011: 10/11/11 Where’s the Heliswatter when you need it?
In the past few minutes, as I’ve been sitting here at the Women’s Center in Cambridge, I’ve been hearing helicopters flying repeatedly over the building.
I could have used the Heliswatter yesterday, and, apparently, I could use it again today.
As soon as I stepped outside of the Women’s Lunch Place yesterday, I heard a helicopter. It stayed in the air, only moving from one side of a building to another as I walked along Berkeley Street to the Pine Street Inn.
At first, I tried to indicate to it that, if it were going to follow me all the way to the Pine Street Inn, I didn’t much feel like walking and wouldn’t mind if it had room for another passenger for what would be a short trip for it. Either it didn’t understand me or didn’t feel like helping out.
It was joined a few times by another helicopter, lower in the sky, that seemed to have the words “Boston Police” written on it. The 2nd helicopter flew directly over me when I was a few streets away from the Pine Street Inn. Then it went around to the other side of me and hovered in the air at a distance.
Either that same helicopter or another like it flew over me again, low in the air, while I was in the garden of the PSI at 2:50 p.m.. It repeated its flight at 2:52 p.m.. I could hear it around for another 10 minutes, with another appearance at 3:00 p.m.. I wrote “Annoying—I’m trying to read and I have to keep interrupting my reading so that I can take notes.”
Then the helicopter started flying over me and then flying around in a half-circle to hover over the highway. It did that twice. The first time it did that, a truck with “ASHLEY” written on it in big letters drove by on the highway, after the helicopter had been above the highway for a minute.
The second time it did that, a truck went by on the highway that said “Young’s,” followed by one that said “Ryder.”
It seems to me that perhaps the conglomerate didn’t appreciate the fact that I made fun of it yesterday. Why is it that people who have tried to make a joke out of me in one way or another for 2 years don’t appreciate it when I try to return the favor?
Also; crude, that. “Ryder.”
Copyright L. Kochman, October 11, 2011 @ 12:58 p.m.