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April 29 2003, 7:38:31 -- BU/GARAGE, 1500 BLK 27 AV S.The Fargo Police department now has their police blotter online. The text at the top of this page is my entry from the day my car was broken into.It may not be nearly as entertaining as The Arcata Eye, it's still a pleasant time-waster, especially just looking at the dispatcher shorthand in use: "M IS ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING AND YELLING BECAUSE HE IS UPSET WITH THE DOCTORS CUZ THEY PUT HIM ON THE WRONG MEDS. M DOES NOT HAVE ANY LEGS"
There's always this great
divide between the handicapped
and the "normal". It's notable
to the police that the man is
legless. But to the man it's
just another day getting
around in the way he's used to
, which in the privacy of his
home might mean a lot of
crawling around on the floor.
In John Hockenberry's
memoir "Moving Violations---
War Zones, Wheelchairs, and
Declarations of Independence"
he recounts the story of
nearly being run over by a
Chicago transit bus while
crossing a street in his
wheelchair. At the time
Hockenberry has been paralised
from the waist down for many
years, it's a perfectly normal
situation for him.
He sees the bus rounding the
corner when he's two thirds of
the way across the cross
walk.The speed of the bus
shows that the driver is
unaware of the wheelchair
prescence in the intersection.
So Hockenberry guns it for a
few strong arm pushes and
counts on his momentum to push
him out of the wheelchair when
he rams into the curb. It
works: he goes flying out of
the chair a moment before the
bus slams into the (now empty)
wheelchair. He's lying on the
sidewalk, slightly bruised and
says to the aghast crowd,"I'm
perfectly fine, but my legs
don't work at all." --busmun, 12/24/2003 07:08:16
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