Old News

I was talking to a colleague about a crazy hostage situation across the street from the apartment building where I lived as a kid back in the 1970′s.

I found the article. I remember a SWAT team knocking on our door and my mother letting them in. Our window was directly in front of the window where the perp was and our window was the best window to keep an eye on him.

Neighborhood teenagers inexplicably began hurling bottles and cans at the officers from sidewalks and tenement roofs. That was the neighborhood I grew up in.

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About Ramon E Onativia

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