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Crime in Arcata is just a little different from the rest
Arcata Police Log - May 5, 2003
Captain Tantrum and the greenshirts
Wednesday, April 9 4:36 p.m. A green-shirted fellow proved equal to the task of a bout of drunken languishing in the alley near the donut shop.
5:36 p.m. A free-lance pooch, bereft of human restraint and left to its own dogly devices, chased someone near the green house on 13th Street.
6:16 p.m. The green-shirted alley wallower demonstrated versatility by hassling someone along Tavern Row.
6:40 p.m. The orange-helmeted pilot of a street-illegal motorized scooter that buzzes worse than nails on a blackboard was warned on Crescent Way.
8:05 p.m. A different greenshirt was arrested on a shoplifting charge at an I Street cooperative supermarket.
8:47 p.m. As part of a non-apparent logistical scheme, a woman parked her car in the middle of McKinnon Court so that someone else who was to arrive home shortly could put that car in the garage, at which point the woman's car could slip into the driveway. But a neighbor with whom there's an ongoing personal dispute called police, saying the woman was unreasonable and causing problems. Police determined that the car wasn't a hazard or blocking traffic, and went on to other business.
9:53 p.m. When a bike and car collided in the 1100 block of M Street, the cyclist's leg bore the brunt of the impact.
10:45 p.m. A Stromberg Avenue resident reported a possible "rub" on her car from the City's Tymco 600 Street Sweeper.
11:02 p.m. A man clad in black and topped by a suave black baseball cap reportedly threatened a skateboarder on Alliance Road. But his unfocused rant might just have been directed at the cosmos at large, with the skater an innocent rollerby.
Thursday, April 10 2:08 a.m.
A bongo stylist, all aglow
Induced Western Avenue's woe
The trance drumming bleated
A pulse that repeated
Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo.
9:50 a.m. That gent in the red shirt shows up at the store and just stays in the minimalist food court for hours at a time. He was given an hour to leave, but that was five hours ago. His sitarounder-radar might have sensed the incipient police encounter - he was gone on their arrival.
12:08 a.m. A man came to the police station with a tale of an odd occurrence in a Northtown coffee house. He and his friend picked up the odor of burning marijuana emanating from the rear of the shop, he said. The friend summoned a female employee to their table and told her that he couldn't be around marijuana smoke. She told him it wasn't marijuana fumes he was smelling - it was sage, a stick of which she produced and ignited, according to the friend. Look, he said, I know the difference between marijuana and sage. Suddenly, another character appeared on the scene, a man who approached the two men's table and began prodding one on the shoulder, saying, "You're the man, you're the man. You know what's going on." The fellow relating all this was advised to "contact APD immediately if he encounters something similar to this in the future."
5:08 p.m. Three hardscrabble menfolk clad in urban survivor garb - green jacket and pants; blue jacket; and striped shirt, camouflage pants and dog, aggressively beseeched shoppers for coins outside a 13th Street marketplace. Police put an end to the aggravation.
6:05 p.m. Someone called from a Eureka hospital to report having sustained a bon vivant gunshot wound to the leg at a party somewhere in Arcata.
6:22 p.m. A look-at-me red SUV was seen driving bastardly around the Plaza. Is there any other way?
6:26 p.m. Three saggily garbed men projected their seediness ray onto customers near an F Street variety store.
6:32 p.m. A dozen slumpabouts blocked the sidewalk between Tavern Row social estabs. Supposedly they were sent on their way...
6:57 p.m. ..And yet, it wasn't long before the sidewalk set had metastasized into 15 souls plus dogs, their rambunctious excess transforming Tavern Row into a merry place. There, the walkway was for squatting, cars for jumping upon and even the spindly, struggling street trees got a good shaking. The festivities ended just before police arrived.
11:02 p.m. She's a fast-moving, dark-clad mesomorph with a purse and a determined way about her. He's got gray hair and a half-glimpsed hat, maybe. The last anyone saw of them, she was chasing him down that which isn't named Saloon Alley, headed inexorably toward the never-ending donut shop. "I'm not gonna let you get away with it!" she quipped.
Saturday, April 12 12:35 a.m. A man found laying on the ground in the rain with a dog chained to him had his lifestyle oppressed by police, who took both to dryer lodgings.
1:09 a.m. Two men, one of them bleeding, burst into an F Street apartment, "punching and kicking stuff." They kicked out a resident, saying they were looking for a roommate, but it seemed as though their real quarry was a TV.
2:09 a.m. Not far away, two bleeding men fought each other, breaking a couple of shop windows. After their knives were taken away from them, they were jailed on assault charges. One guy was stabbed in the head, but it didn't seriously hurt anything valuable.
9:53 a.m. Someone's mom was reported making harassing phone calls to her offspring.
10:28 a.m. A dog that nipped a child won't be allowed at an F Street shopping center any more.
11 a.m. Another lame-o asleep in the bird blind.
12:46 p.m. After an argument with another girl about a boyfriend, a barrage of eggs and veil of toilet paper enveloped a Shirley Boulevard home.
1:05 p.m. A woman was found dead in a van in an H Street parking lot.
7:22 p.m. A caller claimed sidewalk schulbs were blocking pedestrian passage, but police didn't agree.
7:35 p.m. Allegedly: After whapping a man with a golf club, a man in blue pants and brown shoes (which don't make it) leveled his gaze at the bleeding victim and said, "I'm gonna go get a knife and come back." The neon-hued trousers may have proven an insurmountable encumbrance to his plan, however, as the item ends with this idle oath.
Sunday, April 13 12:49 a.m. A woman apparently tried to beat her way into a closed G Street sandwich shop. But the door withstood her effrontery, and she was arrested and jailed on a public drunkenness charge.
1:13 a.m. Another public drunkiliciousness arrest, a few blocks away.
1:29 a.m.
A loyal wife picked up her swain
Who'd got too much booze in his brain
But the cross-'Cata cruisy
Made drinky-boy woozy
So he puked his guts down a street drain.
2 a.m. A big trailer park blowout prepared one man for a night in the Pink House on a drunk-o beef.
2:47 a.m. Yet another greenshirt, this one in his late teens, tried to enter a West End Road employee's car and was detained in a makeshift break room brig before his trip to the Pink House.
3:42 a.m. A metaphor for human existence was spotted in the 1800 block of Q Street, but police couldn't find the enfeebled, near-moribund personage seen crawling in the roadway, attempting unsuccessfully to rise.
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