Next time…

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…I decide to wan­der out­side in the mid­dle of the night to tell the police­men what I saw, remem­ber: long pants. And socks. Now I’m frozern.

I hate that, even when I’m pay­ing atten­tion, I have lousy detail reten­tion. How many shots was it? I think sev­en. What did the guys get­ting into the car look like? ummmm…

Espe­cial­ly since the Inspec­tor said the vic­tim might not make it, I wish I had a pho­to­graph­ic mem­o­ry. Or at least a cam­era I could get fired up quickly.

Or a neigh­bor­hood where peo­ple did­n’t get shot.

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5 Replies to “Next time…”

  3. :: ducks ::
    Oh, you meant
    :: ducks ::

    Oh, you meant actu­al­ly change place of res­i­dence. Yes, that’s hap­pen­ing. You’ll get a change of address post­card, I promise. Mid­dle of July. As soon as the cast of Hair­spray vacates my new apart­ment. The deposit is down, I’ve already had my first resent­ment toward one of my house­mates and I haven’t even moved in yet, so I con­sid­er it a done deal.

    You’ll also be invit­ed to the house­warm­ing, but we haven’t set a date for that and I know there’s an issue of, you know, a long way to trav­el for a house­warm­ing party.

  4. Your entry about peo­ple
    Your entry about peo­ple watch­ing on MUNI indi­cates to me that you have far bet­ter detail reten­tion that most peo­ple do.

    I, too, will be very glad when you have moved, but it is still a city.…

    I have been very hap­py this spring bik­ing the beau­ti­ful green hills of VT. The only time I have ever heard gun­shots here has been hunt­ing season. 

    Which reminds me of one of my favorite bumper stick­ers: “Why do they call it tourist sea­son if you can’t shoot ’em?”

    Keep your head down.
    Dad

  5. Well, hav­ing giv­en par­tial
    Well, hav­ing giv­en par­tial descrip­tions of sus­pects to police twice this year now, I’m real­ly com­ing to appre­ci­ate what I’ve heard about eye­wit­ness reports being the least reli­able evi­dence avail­able. I was try­ing to pay atten­tion and writ­ing down what detail I could get before it left my head, and the mod­el and col­or of the cars and the num­ber of guys I saw get­ting into one of the cars was about all I could get.

    I feel real­ly stu­pid not hav­ing answers to ques­tions like “what col­or clothes were they wear­ing?” or “did either of them have any facial hair?”

    I’m pret­ty good at pat­tern recog­ni­tion; I’ll take cred­it for pick­ing up on the ges­tures the woman on MUNI made again and again. They might have been lost on some­one else, I don’t know. But pat­tern recog­ni­tion and detail reten­tion aren’t the same thing. I don’t know if I could pick the guys I saw across the street last night out of a line-up. In fact, I’m pret­ty sure I could­n’t pick them both out; I might rec­og­nize one if I saw him again.

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