The Shout Out

As I stepped out two Yale policemen were talking to a ‘man of the street.’ It looked like official business. No smiles.

It’s primary election day in Connecticut. I voted. Lots of TV ads. Little voter interest. You could have shot a cannon through my polling place.

Tonight the TV station is geared up for coverage. Newsies are busily scurrying around. I volunteered to get coffee.

I hopped in my car and headed to a local coffee place. As I stepped out two Yale policemen were talking to a ‘man of the street.’ It looked like official business. No smiles.

I wouldn’t write about this at all except as I turned and scoped the situation the man stopped in mid-interrogation looked at me and yelled, “Hi Geoff.”

This is not how I want to be recognized.

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