Sunday, June 19, 2016

Anatomy of a burglary!



So what does a burglar look like?  What does he drive?  How does he operate?  In the middle of the night or during the day? 
 
On June 9, 2016 at approximate 10:45 am, a burglar struck my neighbor’s home on Paseo Tapajos.  On the same date between 8:45am, and 10:31am, a home one block away (as the crow flies) was burglarized on Paseo Carreta.  The location of the homes was not unusual.  They aren’t located on a corner, they have neighbors on either side and across the street.  The rear of one home backs up to Rancho Bravado; the other one backs up to the canyon.  From the home on Paseo Carreta you can see the roof line of the one on Paseo Tapajos.   And perhaps a coincidence:  both houses are the third in from the corner and on the left side as you enter off of the main street.

At 8:44am, the alleged thief drove slowly down our street, made a U-turn and then unhurriedly  retraced his movement back out to Rancho Bravado.  The bed of his pickup truck was empty.  But the future victim’s car was still in the driveway.  At 10:44 am, the same pickup returned and drove back down the street but this time he had a bicycle in the bed of his pickup.  And the upcoming victim’s car had left for the morning.  The thief  turned around somewhere down the street then returned and pulled to the curb in front of the next-door neighbor’s house because a waste container blocked the parking area directly in front of the victim’s home.  





And what did Mr. Burglar do?  He simply got out, went to the sidewalk and hung out, leaning on the passenger side of his pretty truck with no plates:  the rear plate appeared to have an auto dealer’s placard. 

So what did the alleged burglar look like:  well, he didn’t look like the “Hamburglar,” that’s for sure. 




He didn’t wear a ski mask or a bandana to cover his face.  He didn’t have a black hoodie or camouflaged clothes.  He didn’t try to hide from those who walked past him while he lounged next to his shiny new black Dodge Ram pickup with those gleaming, chrome, custom rims parked in front of his victim’s neighbor’s home with a possible stolen bicycle in the bed.  

No, he actually looked outrageous:  he was wearing a bright orange, long-sleeved shirt with blue jeans and a baseball cap:  kind of looked like someone who wanted to be seen, to look like he should be there for some reason other than mischief.  After all, what thief would draw that kind of attention to himself?  But no one paid him a look.



Was he building up courage to break in?  He probably didn’t need to!  After all, he had just broken into the home down the street and stole a bunch of stuff, including the bicycle openly hidden in the back of his big four-door “Ram.”  And then… well the camera stopped so it is unknown which side gate he entered to go into the victim’s back yard. 

The camera suddenly keyed-up at 11am; the full-sized white van with the square Amazon logo on the side drove up and parked directly abreast of the burglar’s truck.  Working from his truck the delivery driver ran up to several of the neighbor’s homes and dropped packages, passing within a foot of the tailgate of the thief’s truck.  At 11:06 am, the Amazon truck left, the housebreaker still inside. The camera timed off. 

At 11:08 am, the camera re-energized revealing the alleged thief coming around the corner from the front door area of the residence pulling a roller suitcase.  He stopped for a moment to look down the street as a young lady walking her dog was approaching from the other side of the street. 



So, what would a normal person do that wasn’t doing anything wrong?  He did just that!  He continued pulling his stolen suitcase full of pilfered goods toward the side of his truck and then he lifted the suitcase up and deposited it into the bed next to the stolen bike.  The alleged thief walked casually around the front of the truck toward the driver’s door, while holding a white clutch bag which he had just swiped from the victim’s home.  He hesitated just a moment and looked over at the young lady and her dog:  no problem, he casually entered and sat down, shut the door as she slowly passed by.  

Then the camera turned off.

Just a property crime the police blotter will say:  two victims in one morning… not a bad day’s work!  The alleged burglar drives a fancy, brand new Dodge Ram probably financed by selling his ill-gotten gains:  the victims are traumatized and violated with a loss of their possessions.  The alleged burglar targeted his prey; it wasn’t random – but the connection is unknown.  At one house he displayed his adroitness by carefully breaking a window pane, unlatching the window and slipping in side.  At the other house, he simply crawled through an open window.  He showed no fear of his surroundings:  two runners passed him, the young lady and the dog passed, the neighbors were home on either side and he literally waved a red cape at the bull with his iridescent orange shirt! 

It’s just a property crime… with victims.
 










Monday, May 30, 2016

Wade L Ellen





His boyish grin, his southern politeness, his light southern drawl and his last name are some of my fond memories I have of Wade L. Ellen.  When the TAC officers of our Warrant Officer Candidate class would call out his name (we never had first names), it made you pause just for a millisecond:  “Ellen,” they would yell.  And a male voice would answer, “Yes sir!” in a husky voice that didn’t seem to fit the persona.  

Wade L. Ellen was from Norfolk, VA; born 10/25/1951.  We graduated from our Warrant Officer class as helicopter pilots on October 5, 1951, just before he turned 21.  He had a fiancĂ©e back home and a motorcycle on base.  What more could you want, so youthful and free. 
I never saw Wade after the graduation:  we all shook hands, some hugs (we didn’t “high—five” back then), and wished each other the best:  “See ya in Nam,” we said.  Wade and the rest of our graduating class, all Warrant Officers (WO1), had assignments to Vietnam.  Some arrived in-country before the end of the year; I arrived Jan 1, 1972.  

On April 24, 1972 I was flying a Huey helicopter on missions around Cao Lanh, which lies along the mighty Mekong River, and south of the Cambodian border.  That day my crew and I flew an inspection team into a small outpost that had been overrun by the Viet Cong and we pulled a medevac for some wounded Vietnamese soldiers.  We flew for six hour and forty-five minutes and returned safely to our base.

On April 24, 1972, Wade L. Ellen was flying as a copilot in a Huey helicopter in Kon Tum Province, which lies in the Central Highlands region of Vietnam and shares borders with Laos and Cambodia.  He and his crew were sent to rescue a group of US Special Forces soldiers being overrun by the North Vietnamese.  They landed at the Tanh Canh Base Camp and picked up four survivors.  As they lifted off and started flying away, the pilot (identified as Lt. James E. Hunsicker) was shot and killed by ground fire.  WO1 Wade L. Ellen tried to recover control of the helicopter but because it was so close to the ground, it crashed and caught fire about 500 meters from where they departed in a river ravine.  Several of the occupants were able to escape and were eventually rescued.  Wade L. Ellen was killed in the crash:  his body was never recovered.  He was 21.

I was in Saigon on a mission late in 1972 when I saw a fellow classmate.  During our small talk he told me about the death of Wade L. Ellen.  That was a sad moment for me.  I didn’t think it was fair; in my mind he didn’t deserve it (not that anyone did); he was too nice, polite and just one of the good guys. 

He was our only classmate who perished; others were wounded in crashes and returned home, carrying the scars of the war.   But his family carries the scar of his loss forever; that’s why we have Memorial Day.  To remember.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Beauty

One of the great loves I have in photography is portraiture.  Why portraiture and not landscapes or abstracts?  I have this wondering eye always looking at the landscape of each person's face, looking for a special abstract beauty which is emoted by facial characteristics, the way a person looks, and the way a person carries themselves.  It may be someone just passing by, it may be someone sitting at a distance, or someone I see routinely.

I was photographing a young lady the other day, using various street spots for backdrops when this beautiful young woman passed by.  Our eyes caught but she disappeared into a doorway of the office.  A bit later she came out and I invited her to wait for a moment while I took a photograph of her.

 After several snaps with a willing participant, she disappeared down the walkway. 

When I uploaded my day's work, there she was.  So I proceeded to go to work adding my special "soup" to the mix of a pretty lady and a vision of what I wanted her to be.

I'll go out and look for another beauty.













 

Friday, May 13, 2016

Painful

So what is it like to be "hammered" by unexplained pain and left unattended in an emergency room waiting area.  Not fun, to say the least.  So with the controversy over Obama healthcare and all, the experience of actually having to use an emergency room in a local hospital is pretty revealing.

On a recent Monday I dragged myself to the emergency room because of excruciating pain in my lower abdomen.   To eliminate the suspense, it turned out to be a serious kidney stone episode which required surgery.

However, the broader point was the reception I received when I went to the triage section to get medical help.  (Let's just say, they have no customer SKILLS!)  I presented myself in severe, uncontrollable pain and was told to wait along with the 33 other people waiting in the same room.  A lady next to me had a headache.  A woman had been bitten two days earlier by a possible spider and the site was itching.  Lots of coughing and wheezing.  And what's up with the mental cases yelling and cursing...!

And then the triage nurse announced that the wait to be seen was four and one-half hours. Please.  Oh, and BTW, one of the emergency room workers told me, "Don't come on Mondays... these people are trying to get a slip to get out of work."

So after doing the chicken for almost 2 hours in the waiting room and being dismissed as just another crackhead a sharp nurse finally realized that I was in real distress.  They shot me up with morphine to reduce the pain...  



... and they found a bed for me.  I was hauled off to a CAT scan where they found a 1.2 cm kidney stone lodged in the ureter.  Oh, and BTW it wasn't comforting to be told that the pain was similar to that which a lady suffers when they have a baby.  (Why do they keep having them?)




So the fate was sealed:  surgery the following day to bust it up.  A whole day without water or food then on to surgery.
And right on time, the sun came up the next day and I was on my way to recovery and hopefully not experience this again.  Lots free advice I was given:  drink water, cran juice, etc.  Ok, I'll start right now.

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