wednesday

Wednesday morning brought pouring rain, which brought an accident on Storrow Drive when an SUV, whose driver was talking on his cell phone, slid into the next lane and nudged an old Chevy, whose driver was arguing with his passenger, into the path of an oncoming taxi. The cab and the Chevy were both a little banged up, as they both tried to brake at the very last minute and clipped each other, but no one was hurt. The driver of the SUV, in an attempt to compensate for his lane drift, swerved too far back across his own lane and bumped up onto the sidewalk. The driver of the Chevy yelled at the cabbie - who was too busy calling dispatch to yell back - and stomped over to the SUV to yell at that driver too. An actual fight was averted when both the cab driver and the Chevy's passenger managed to get across that they'd called the cops for accident insurance purposes and bloodshed would only make things worse.

( Across the river, at Boston University... )

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(i gave up "pt 1, pt2" type subject headings. i'll probably change my mind again later on.)

wednesday

But the bullet that killed Martin Toro was fired from the same gun that killed Augustin Decker, a Ruger semi-automatic pistol that had been reported missing after a home burglary four years ago in Murfreesboro, TN. However the authorities wouldn't learn this for a few more days.

Preliminary reports on Augustin's death would rule it a random act of violence, maybe gang-related, maybe mistaken identity, who knew. There hadn't been a sudden uptick in gun violence in that neighborhood, and in fact the number of homicides was down compared to the year before. The witness - a woman coming out of a convenience store near the bus stop - didn't recognize anything about the gunman and couldn't say whether or not he was part of a gang or just some random junior psychopath walking the streets of Roxbury. The best information she could give was that he was alone, and she was sure he was a he.

"He was about this tall," she told the cops who took her statement, holding her hand a couple of inches above her head. She wasn't a tall woman. "Maybe taller. I couldn't see his face."

"Can you make a guess as to his age?" asked one of the cops.

( Young? Nineteen? Twenties? I don't know, I'm sorry. )

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