-=> Chris Gilliland said this to April on 03 Sep 96  05:28:17<=-
 CG>  ! Origin: Split Infinity 1-203-886-0239 Norwich Conn. (1:320/242)
 BL> I see you're in Norwich, or the BBS you call is. We lived there for a
 BL> few years (July 1983 to July 1985.) Liked the area, not the landlord,
 BL> and ended up moving to Brooklyn/Danielson CT (July 1985 to Nov
 BL> 1986) - another pretty area - before we moved to Michigan.
 BL> I just wanted to say hi, it's nice thinking about the other places
 BL> we've been! :)
 Hi, Barb!  Small world, isn't it?  I don't know where Danielson is at
 all, as we have a tendency to stay along the shoreline.  Shortly
 before my husband and I got married, we lived in Norwich from June
 'til Sept. or Oct. of '82.  Like you, we liked the area, but couldn't
 stand the landlord, either.  Wouldn't it be weird if we had the same
 landlord?  (bg)  Where did you live in Norwich?  We lived on Oneco.
 Is your husband Navy?
 Let me share a little tale of what happened to me one day, while in
 downtown Norwich and see if I can keep this on-topic as I'm sure
 there's a lesson in here somewhere:
 One day, shortly after getting pregnant with my eldest child, I got on
 a SEAT bus in downtown Norwich, at the Franklin Square depot.  (I'm
 sure you know the area...)  We had to sit for what seemed like forever
 until the driver got on and we could leave.  In the meantime, while we
 were sitting there, I took stock of my fellow passengers.  (I do this
 out of habit, 'just in case'.)  A few seats behind me was a young
 Puerto Rican mother with her 2 young children, a 2-4 yo girl and an
 18 mo. baby boy.  With her was sitting a young black man.  They were
 sitting there peacefully, just chatting...  There was a ruckus up
 front.  Some black teenaged boy was trying to shove a lil' ol' lady and
 her cart off the bus.  After this disruption settled, the black guy in
 the back suddenly grabbed the baby boy off of his mother's lap and
 bolted off the bus!  The lil' girl ran out after her, right into
 traffic!  The woman was screaming,"My baby!  My baby!"  The lil' girl
 was crying for her mother, and the people on the bus were yelling,
 "Somebody call the cops!"  The mother had a firm grip on this man's
 white T-shirt and had it half off his back, tires squealed as cars
 screeched to avoid hitting the lil' girl, and the baby who was being
 jiggled rather harshly, was screaming in terror.  The man ran across
 the traffic island and to the alley, which, at that time, was situated
 next to "Bev's Tearoom", now "Tavern On The Green".  The cops appeared,
 almost from out of the blue, with their guns and billy clubs.  They hit
 him about the head with their clubs until he released the child and once
 he was spread-eagle on the ground, subdued him with guns trained at the
 back of his head. All was well and happy in La-La Land, but looking back
 on it, I can't help but wonder how harsh 'lessons' like this can affect
 a child?  :-\
 
 The lesson previously mentioned?  To quote Rick Springfield:
... "Don't Talk To Strangers!"
 Chris
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