A friend was shot at the corner of 67th and Stony Island.
From what I was told, a car with several men stopped near the bus shelter around 7:45PM last Thursday and asked my friend to come over to the car. When he refused and tried to get away, someone from the car pulled a gun out and shot him.
Luckily the bullet only hit his arm and went right through.
Now I'm not sure if this was reported to the police but common sense says that if he received medical care for a gunshot wound then the police were notified.
67th & Stony is only a mere three blocks away from my place.
I haven't heard a peep about this foolishness in any of the mainstream media outlets. I know shootings are pretty common place in Chicago but can a sister get a "heads up?"
Unlike my neighbors to the north in Hyde Park, I don't have a variety of transportation options. If the 6, 28 or 15 is running late I just can't hop on a shuttle.
Even though there are many nights I wish I could.
I look enviously at those warm frequent shuttles that roam throughout Hyde Park. I often wish there was some way I could hitch a ride but the shuttles aren't open to the public. Then of course the University foots the bill for the vehicles, drivers, upkeep and the gas so their students, faculty & staff can stay safe.
Of course since the shooting, you see more University police patroling a wider area.
Which kinda has me thinking.
If Hyde Park is locked down from the jackers and you can't sneeze without having four squad cars show up, who are the criminal types going to prey on?
I'll tell you who----the rest of us who don't have two police departments (regularly)patroling their neighborhood, that's who.
While some parts of Woodlawn get some overlap from the U of C police it seems more like the holding of the Maginot Line rather than effective policing.
I could be wrong.
Usually after the Christmas holidays the jackers take a break.
It's colder, less people are walking around laden down with packages and Christmas cash.
Plus those jacker knuckleheads are gearing up for Christmas number two or as the rest of the world likes to call it the tax refund season.
Watch your ass when you're at a Currency Exchange.
If you go to one of those places to file your return, I'd strongly suggest Turbo Taxing your return online or if you meet the income guidelines having your return done at the IRS downtown.
Whatever the case may be I have an uneasy feeling about this latest crime.
No matter where you live---city or suburbs---you live with the constant threat of violence.
Despite what some people may think no place is exempt. The instances may be few and far inbetween but no place is 100% safe.
I love going to visit friends on the 'burbs but I lock their doors with the same compulsion that I lock mine when I'm hear in Woodlawn.
But I can't be frightened to take the trash out, run errands or wait on public transportation.
Apparently keeping an eye out and being aware of your surroundings isn't enough anymore.
I guess security is a luxury for those who can afford to pay.
Showing posts with label 6 Jackson Park Bus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 6 Jackson Park Bus. Show all posts
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Busted
There is always a show on the 6 Jackson Park bus.
The bus line is one of the few that runs from the Loop through the south east side of the city. You have a divergent mix of people along for the ride at all times of the day.
Since the bus doesn’t have 24 hour owl service, during the later hours on the weekends the 6 has more of it’s share of University of Chicago students.
Almost every time a group of tomorrow’s leaders get on a quiet bus, tranquility goes out the window.
Now it’s not just the U of C students, hell most young people get on the bus and disturb the peace.
It happens all of the time.
My thing is that I hold the U of C kids to a higher standard as they---well---go to the University of Chicago. Hell aren’t they supposed to be smart and intuitive?
Don’t they get that no one wants to hear loud conversations in an enclosed space that they can’t easily leave?
Then of course I’m almost about to turn 40 and am turning into a curmudgeon.
So it’s was with endless amusement that I noticed a group of bright young things happily chatting while being eyed up by an awkward young man.
Frankly if the girls weren’t sitting right next to me, I wouldn’t of believed that they went to U of C.
It’s hard not engage in stereotypes but let’s suffice it to say that the University of Chicago has not made any lists of hottest co-eds.
But then of course I’m no Beyonce.
The young man attempted to read a book but was so enchanted by the girls that he almost lost his grip on one of the rails where he was standing.
Another time he almost fell on me.
Apparently this young man doesn’t spend a great deal of time on the 6 as he couldn’t bus surf.
Those of us who frequent public transportation know that if you’re standing, you have to distribute your weight evenly when the bus sways so you don’t fall all over the place.
Apparently this kid couldn’t stand and stare at the same time.
Men looking at women is nothing new.
Men rudely staring and practically drooling is something quite different.
The only he didn’t do was start to touch himself. Creepy.
The fact that everyone sitting in the front part of the bus noticed the young man’s interest made for instant rolling theatre.
I’m sure the co-eds knew what was going on as well.
As a woman you have a heightened sixth sense when it comes to your personal safety. Especially when you’re traveling on public transportation.
Despite the fact they didn’t even acknowledge him, I’m fairly confident they felt his presence.
As the bus passed the Museum of Science and Industry both the co-ed’s and the young man prepared to get off the bus at the first stop on Stony Island.
As the ladies, and their chatter, left out the back door; the young man almost ran into the door leaving out the front.
Everyone else left on the bus gave each other knowing looks.
As a few of us chuckled over what had just happened, I hoped that none of those young women had a class with that guy.
Admiration is one thing, borderline stalking is quite another.
The bus line is one of the few that runs from the Loop through the south east side of the city. You have a divergent mix of people along for the ride at all times of the day.
Since the bus doesn’t have 24 hour owl service, during the later hours on the weekends the 6 has more of it’s share of University of Chicago students.
Almost every time a group of tomorrow’s leaders get on a quiet bus, tranquility goes out the window.
Now it’s not just the U of C students, hell most young people get on the bus and disturb the peace.
It happens all of the time.
My thing is that I hold the U of C kids to a higher standard as they---well---go to the University of Chicago. Hell aren’t they supposed to be smart and intuitive?
Don’t they get that no one wants to hear loud conversations in an enclosed space that they can’t easily leave?
Then of course I’m almost about to turn 40 and am turning into a curmudgeon.
So it’s was with endless amusement that I noticed a group of bright young things happily chatting while being eyed up by an awkward young man.
Frankly if the girls weren’t sitting right next to me, I wouldn’t of believed that they went to U of C.
It’s hard not engage in stereotypes but let’s suffice it to say that the University of Chicago has not made any lists of hottest co-eds.
But then of course I’m no Beyonce.
The young man attempted to read a book but was so enchanted by the girls that he almost lost his grip on one of the rails where he was standing.
Another time he almost fell on me.
Apparently this young man doesn’t spend a great deal of time on the 6 as he couldn’t bus surf.
Those of us who frequent public transportation know that if you’re standing, you have to distribute your weight evenly when the bus sways so you don’t fall all over the place.
Apparently this kid couldn’t stand and stare at the same time.
Men looking at women is nothing new.
Men rudely staring and practically drooling is something quite different.
The only he didn’t do was start to touch himself. Creepy.
The fact that everyone sitting in the front part of the bus noticed the young man’s interest made for instant rolling theatre.
I’m sure the co-eds knew what was going on as well.
As a woman you have a heightened sixth sense when it comes to your personal safety. Especially when you’re traveling on public transportation.
Despite the fact they didn’t even acknowledge him, I’m fairly confident they felt his presence.
As the bus passed the Museum of Science and Industry both the co-ed’s and the young man prepared to get off the bus at the first stop on Stony Island.
As the ladies, and their chatter, left out the back door; the young man almost ran into the door leaving out the front.
Everyone else left on the bus gave each other knowing looks.
As a few of us chuckled over what had just happened, I hoped that none of those young women had a class with that guy.
Admiration is one thing, borderline stalking is quite another.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Brazilians
Now I’m not sure how this phenomenon started but all I can say is, “It’s about time!”
The University of Chicago has managed to recruit a cadre of super hot Brazilians. Words like “Thank God” and “Yowsa!” seem to escape my lips when the thought crosses my mind.
For those of you not in the know, The University of Chicago despite its super elite academic status cannot parlay that smarts into the looks department. Now granted, earlier this week I was complaining that I myself was falling down on the job. But trust me boys and girls, I clean up well---really well.
It’s different when you have something to work with and it just needs a little tweaking vs. managing to hit your face with the springboard as you dive into the gene pool.
Which, truth be told, isn’t that much of a deal breaker.
If you have something to work with---a personality, wit, a good sense of style, basic hygiene; all of that can compensate for not so stellar looks. I mean look at the late Duchess of Windsor or Eva Peron. Both weren’t winning any beauty pageants but made the most of what they had and worked it---hard. Both are now style and cultural icons.
It has been my experience that the U of C kids are 0 for 4 on most counts.
That’s why these friggin model hot Brazilian men stick out like sore thumbs.
They’re tall, they’re dark mysterious men of color, they’ve got great teeth, they’re beautiful and most of all they can hold an honest to God conversation. On top of that can you believe that they’re smart enough to get into U of C?
I mean I know all of those kids are gonna be my boss someday but at least I took comfort in the fact that I was socially superior. Now I’m not too sure if they keep on getting the hotties to come to Hyde Park.
My first encounter with the hot Brazilians was when I was hoping on the bus on a Friday evening a few weeks ago. We were both caught in the rainstorm but only one of us had their shirt on.
I hate when ridiculously hot bodied men come up to me in bus shelter and ask my permission to take their shirts off. The only thing I could think was…”Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me in a million years…”
That’s when I knew this bus ride was NOT going to suck. Plus he was impressed that I knew Brazilians spoke Portuguese, not Spanish.
I’m sure he would have been more impressed if my makeup had not been washed off in the rain.
45 minutes of wit and pleasant conversation made the usually torturous ride fly by in what seemed like seconds. Alas, he had to exit at 55th and Hyde Park Blvd. I continued on to Woodlawn.
Heavy sighs all the way around.
The University of Chicago has managed to recruit a cadre of super hot Brazilians. Words like “Thank God” and “Yowsa!” seem to escape my lips when the thought crosses my mind.
For those of you not in the know, The University of Chicago despite its super elite academic status cannot parlay that smarts into the looks department. Now granted, earlier this week I was complaining that I myself was falling down on the job. But trust me boys and girls, I clean up well---really well.
It’s different when you have something to work with and it just needs a little tweaking vs. managing to hit your face with the springboard as you dive into the gene pool.
Which, truth be told, isn’t that much of a deal breaker.
If you have something to work with---a personality, wit, a good sense of style, basic hygiene; all of that can compensate for not so stellar looks. I mean look at the late Duchess of Windsor or Eva Peron. Both weren’t winning any beauty pageants but made the most of what they had and worked it---hard. Both are now style and cultural icons.
It has been my experience that the U of C kids are 0 for 4 on most counts.
That’s why these friggin model hot Brazilian men stick out like sore thumbs.
They’re tall, they’re dark mysterious men of color, they’ve got great teeth, they’re beautiful and most of all they can hold an honest to God conversation. On top of that can you believe that they’re smart enough to get into U of C?
I mean I know all of those kids are gonna be my boss someday but at least I took comfort in the fact that I was socially superior. Now I’m not too sure if they keep on getting the hotties to come to Hyde Park.
My first encounter with the hot Brazilians was when I was hoping on the bus on a Friday evening a few weeks ago. We were both caught in the rainstorm but only one of us had their shirt on.
I hate when ridiculously hot bodied men come up to me in bus shelter and ask my permission to take their shirts off. The only thing I could think was…”Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me in a million years…”
That’s when I knew this bus ride was NOT going to suck. Plus he was impressed that I knew Brazilians spoke Portuguese, not Spanish.
I’m sure he would have been more impressed if my makeup had not been washed off in the rain.
45 minutes of wit and pleasant conversation made the usually torturous ride fly by in what seemed like seconds. Alas, he had to exit at 55th and Hyde Park Blvd. I continued on to Woodlawn.
Heavy sighs all the way around.
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