How exactly does one snooze suspiciously?
Fred and I were looking for a report on a weird traffic accident he witnessed last week, and we wound up perusing the Police Logs in the local paper. I just had to share some examples of the electrifying events that go on in a small New England town. In fairness, let me state up front that I’ve deleted most of the “normal” entries from this list of reports, but, swear to god, the extract below consists of actual entries from the Rochester (NH) police log, as published in the newspaper. (I live in Dover, but Rochester is – literally – only a stone’s throw from here.) It would be interesting to assign these to a writing class to use as the opening lines of a short story, and see what they come up with. Some of the word choices are priceless… Tuesday, March 23 6:59 a.m. Sylvia Warren of 576 Portland St. spots a pink tent, but no campers, in her woods. 9:19 a.m. Mark Nurmi of 80 Chestnut Hill Road says his black Labrador has taken off. 1:38 p.m. On Gonic Road, Handy Rons window is hit by
