Every now and then I am amazed by how many people scurry about in the wild lands of America. We are a proud people, standing firm in our beliefs of equality and moral fiber. Yet, so many of us cringe at the thought of opening a window when the bedroom is hot and without any air flow. Who is waiting for us? A mystery stalker or rapist. A jewelry thief or a murderer. Can't we just sleep in peace or perhaps walk home from work with-out the major fear of not opening our door without someone being right behind us. So hard do we think about the negative things in life that we forget about the nice thoughts of being free from our problems.

Sitting on the steps, watching people walk by, brings a tenseness that is very distasteful. Who, walking in those shoes will make it home safe and who will not. Who is the innocent victim and who is the guilty one? The faces all look alike but the shoes are all different. Polished, scuffed, worn, new, laced, loafers, all styles that tell of individual personalities, more than a mere face can. It is easier to look at the sidewalk. So much to think about, since I'm sitting here, outside. I'm a target, I guess. A small but growing number of victims in this great country who simply want to sit outside without any interference of being asked about 'wanna buy some of my 'junk'? No thank you...I just want to sit here and think about a more pleasant way of life. Can't run inside and hide, all

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