Here is a feel-good summertime story from our occasionally sane pals at Reason: a woman -- she's no "lady"! -- is in jail and her nine-year-old daughter is in The System, because the woman let her go by herself to the park, several days in a row. Did we mention this 9-year-old girl was BY HERSELF?
Being a Red Sox fan was different: Instead of getting your hopes up, you just wondered how they'd screw up this time. And they never failed to deliver.
Well now, let's see what the news report says:
<i>According to a North Augusta Department of Public Safety (NADPS) police report, a woman noticed a small black girl playing at a park on the 700 block of Old Edgefield Road, in North Augusta, around 9:30 a.m. Monday morning.</i>
Yep, that&#039;s what she noticed.
Google street image shows a nice suburban park with a full soccer field. I think mom&#039;s real crime was picking the wrong park.
Early days BCN was best radio EVAH! There&#039;s a book out &quot;Radio Free Boston - The Rise and Fall of WBCN&quot; by Carter Allen. Just started it this weekend. So far so good. And yes, how the mighty fell. Cosmic Muffin, Mishegas ... good times.
My parents didn&#039;t abandon me -- most of the time I just headed out on my own initiative. Once in awhile my mother would yell out, &quot;It&#039;s a beautiful day! Go play outside! Come back when the street lights come on.&quot; If they ever needed me, they just had to ask neighbors where I was last seen. I would eventually get the &quot;come home&quot; message via the neighborhood grapevine if they didn&#039;t find me first. The Detroit neighborhood where we lived was my playground.
When I was a kid if someone in the neighborhood didn&#039;t like what I was doing they wouldn&#039;t call the police, they would call my parents. Most people in my neighborhood, and everyone on my street, knew who I was and where (or at least which street) I lived on. And if they didn&#039;t they would ask another kid or else me if they could corner me before I ran away. Back then people made the effort to meet the other people on their block, which is rare today. (I am just as guilty of this as anyone.) And they always knew who all the kids were, because they saw us all the time as we ran amok up and down the streets and through the backyards.
well, that was terribly depressing. So was the piece at Slate AND also the link on Slate about getting arrested for letting your kids play in the woods behind your house. The poor kid is likely to get abused in foster care to say nothing of the emotional trauma from having your mother arrested. You just KNOW mom doesn&#039;t have the money for a lawyer, so good luck to her on getting her daughter back before she&#039;s 16. I&#039;m also sure the poor woman would get fired if she asked for time off to go court. Everybody, all together now... FOR MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST&quot;S SAKE!!!!!!!
And replace them with swans? You&#039;ll start to miss the geese.
Being a Red Sox fan was different: Instead of getting your hopes up, you just wondered how they&#039;d screw up this time. And they never failed to deliver.
The Statute of Limitations must be saving millions of parents from anxiety today.
And look how <i>you</i> turned out.
Another entry in the Wonkoncordance.
Well now, let&#039;s see what the news report says:
<i>According to a North Augusta Department of Public Safety (NADPS) police report, a woman noticed a small black girl playing at a park on the 700 block of Old Edgefield Road, in North Augusta, around 9:30 a.m. Monday morning.</i>
Yep, that&#039;s what she noticed.
Google street image shows a nice suburban park with a full soccer field. I think mom&#039;s real crime was picking the wrong park.
Thanks for sharing. At work, will check these out later on.
Early days BCN was best radio EVAH! There&#039;s a book out &quot;Radio Free Boston - The Rise and Fall of WBCN&quot; by Carter Allen. Just started it this weekend. So far so good. And yes, how the mighty fell. Cosmic Muffin, Mishegas ... good times.
TONKGHAZI!!!!!!
My parents didn&#039;t abandon me -- most of the time I just headed out on my own initiative. Once in awhile my mother would yell out, &quot;It&#039;s a beautiful day! Go play outside! Come back when the street lights come on.&quot; If they ever needed me, they just had to ask neighbors where I was last seen. I would eventually get the &quot;come home&quot; message via the neighborhood grapevine if they didn&#039;t find me first. The Detroit neighborhood where we lived was my playground.
When I was a kid if someone in the neighborhood didn&#039;t like what I was doing they wouldn&#039;t call the police, they would call my parents. Most people in my neighborhood, and everyone on my street, knew who I was and where (or at least which street) I lived on. And if they didn&#039;t they would ask another kid or else me if they could corner me before I ran away. Back then people made the effort to meet the other people on their block, which is rare today. (I am just as guilty of this as anyone.) And they always knew who all the kids were, because they saw us all the time as we ran amok up and down the streets and through the backyards.
We started to encounter more cougars after we hit puberty. Then they seemed to be everywhere.
well, that was terribly depressing. So was the piece at Slate AND also the link on Slate about getting arrested for letting your kids play in the woods behind your house. The poor kid is likely to get abused in foster care to say nothing of the emotional trauma from having your mother arrested. You just KNOW mom doesn&#039;t have the money for a lawyer, so good luck to her on getting her daughter back before she&#039;s 16. I&#039;m also sure the poor woman would get fired if she asked for time off to go court. Everybody, all together now... FOR MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST&quot;S SAKE!!!!!!!
And have calves that look like cantaloupes!
Does that still work?
Actor just living dangerously.