A Death in the Neighborhood

One day last week, returning home from one of my three-times per week exercises at the YMCA, I was on 49th Street when the police car behind me turned on his siren, causing me to pull over to the side of the road. He then passed me, speeding up to catch a fire engine that was some distance ahead of him. When both the police car and the fire truck turned in on my street, I felt a jolt. Turning off 49th onto 15th Avenue, I experienced relief when I did not see either vehicle in front of my house. However, when I tried to turn to enter my alley entrance, the fire track was blocking it. I therefore parked my car in front of my house, opened the door. went into the house, and headed to the back sliding glass door to see what was going on in the home behind me. There were police all over the place. There had evidently been some trouble. Later, a policeman went up and down our street asking if we had seen or heard anything unusual. We later heard that the lady living alone had been found dead. We never heard anything more about what had caused her death.


About bobosbest

I am an 80-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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