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May 27, 2009 - LLee Janssen
There's a young woman living in Williamsport whose garage has been struck by vandals for a second time. The graffiti appears to be that of a gang marking, in her street-savvy mind. And it's precisely the same set of letters and numbers as were spray-painted onto her garage the first time around. The first time was last year, around the Memorial Day weekend. The second time, too, was near the holiday weekend, and it prompted her neighbor to ask, "Does somebody have something against you?" And that little question prompts an ounce of fear that she's been trying to dismiss. That's not as easy as painting over the gang markings. A year ago, this woman went to the police. The one officer at the desk window that Saturday acted like he didn't know what she was talking about when she told him her property had been "tagged." She explained what she meant and asked if he knew what the symbols on her garage stood for. He acted dumb, but she's smart enough to know he was just acting. She didn't see him write down any information. It left her wondering if that cop had something against her too. So she hasn't reported this second round to the police. What good will it do? Other than for somebody to have a record in the event something nefarious happens to her. (Again, that pervasive little fear ...) But who will care? I believe we live in a community full of caring compassionate people. It's unfortunate that we also live among those who could care less about the damage they do, the harm they inflict for their own conveniences. But hey, that's life in 2009, isn't it? She thought about going to the mayor with her story, but again, for what? So he could sic the uncaring officer who showed her no concern a year ago on her? Then it came to her, what to do, as she was spraying a second coat of white paint onto the garage door. Why not turn the door into art? Will that pose less of a tempation to the spray-painting vagrants? Or more? Doesn't matter, in her mind, as at least she's going to try to find a peaceful way to live and let live, to hell with seeking help from those whose salaries come from the taxes she pays. This is a true story, except for her age. She's young at heart but not of body. Everything else is true.
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