As I've mentioned (and illustrated) a couple times, my dorm room gives me a panoramic view of the
depressing beautiful city of Syracuse, New York. It also allows me to hear a lot of sounds coming from the city.
As a result, every single night since I've been here, I've heard at least one police siren. Tonight's siren was accompanied by what sounded like a fire truck.
This sometimes gets me thinking...how many criminals could there possibly be in this city? I've actually heard at least one siren per night since freshman year. That's several hundred, if I'm doing the mental math right. My theory is that they're just chasing the same guy over and over. Like COPS meets Roadrunner cartoons...or something like that.
I'm supposed to be writing a paper about the Dred Scott case right now...
...Hey, another siren. That's two in five minutes.Posted by CD on September 28, 2005 09:44 PM | TrackBack