Sunday, October 17, 2010
I had the scare of my life about a year and a half ago. I always felt real comfortable walking the streets of Cambridge and not having a care in the world. It's not that I had a pattern of walking the same route every night, but it was a late night at work and I wanted to catch up on an impending deadline. So I did my usually walk this time deciding to walk down Brattle and up "Sparks". I am always aware of my surroundings, so I was cognizant of every move, every snow flake and car passing by. When I was about to proceed up Sparks I saw a man run out of his car and hide behind a fence in somebody's yard, so I continued to walk up the street, which I felt was my only option, because if I continued down Brattle, turned on Craigie, up Buckingham, he could of followed me, because they were all one ways to my destination.