tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64931309460801114372012-02-16T19:45:27.606-08:00North Sider with high ambitions and low expectations ;/RP Moto Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378733450563270438noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493130946080111437.post-29138293240863962342009-01-04T19:49:00.000-08:002009-01-04T20:50:18.182-08:00I woke up this morning with the intentions of setting the year right. I would tackle a mountain of laundry in preparation of my maiden voyage back to the gym tomorrow.  Post laundry I would spend the remainder of the day cleaning sprucing, washing my hair, bathing the dog etc-It was to be a productive Sunday, I tell you what!<div><br /></div><div>As I walked to my car about a block and a half away, I felt the tug of worry - last fall my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">motorcycle</span> had been vandalized on this very block, the 3rd time in this area since I bought her.  </div><div>Additionally, some irate driver had put a note on my car prior to the last attack warning me about using my bike to block spaces.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I neared my car, I tried to shake off these concerns: then I noticed the broken glass on the ground.  No way, I thought, I must have parked in broken glass last night.  Then I looked toward my drivers window - it was no longer there.  Someone had broken into my car, a mere 1 and a half blocks from where I sleep and eat and live someone had violated me again - only this time it was not my motorcycle it was my car.  Different vehicle, same feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div>As my hands went numb, I remembered all those cars I had seen parked along <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Glenwood</span> Avenue with broken windows and how I had felt sorry for the car owners.  Now it was my turn.</div><div>I walked home to retrieve my mobile phone and call the police, I filed a report, called my insurance and blessedly found someone to take my car same day.  My car is safely at the repair shop and I feel far from it.  </div><div><br /></div><div>What has happened to Rogers Park?  More and more I see neighbors that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> speak to one another, broken windows and dented bumpers.  Loud and rude children, obscene adults and it breaks my heart.  RP was my refuge - now I am at a loss.</div><div><br /></div><div>After reading the attack of the bar staff from The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Glenwood</span>, I count myself lucky - however, I feel a huge sympathy towards the victims.  My condolences go out to them.</div><div><br /></div><div>What can we do to help our neighborhood? </div><div>My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">initial</span> reactions are to move far far away.</div><div><br /></div><div>Comments?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493130946080111437-2913829324086396234?l=rpmotochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RP Moto Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378733450563270438noreply@blogger.com14