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Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 13:59:45 -0700
From: Richard Childers <fscked@sbcglobal.net>
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To: David Erler <derler@ci.fortuna.ca.us>
Subject: 31 Oct 2014, 1345: Vehicle assaulted @ Newburg & South Fortuna traffic
 light by 137 12th Street residents
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Officer Erler,

Another chapter in this continuing saga.

My daughter asked me to make cookies for her Halloween party.

I was delivering them, at 1345.

As I turned up Newburg, I found myself behind a small silver car with 
four women.

They slowed down dramatically, creeping along at 15 miles per hour - as 
I watched the traffic in front of them get farther and farther ahead.

Since there was no oncoming traffic and there was a dotted line, I felt 
it was safe, and legal, to pass them, on the right, in the hopes of 
making the green light, at South Fortuna Boulevard. So I did so.

Unfortunately I was not fast enough and the light turned yellow, so I 
stopped, instead of running the light.

The silver car behind me had angled into the right turn lane, then, 
angled back into the lane, behind me. They were blocking both lanes. It 
seemed like terrible driving.

I hopped out and walked back, to suggest they try to keep up with the 
traffic in front of them, next time.

Imagine my surprise when the female occupants of the car started 
screaming obscenities at me.

One of them claimed they had seen me get knocked out, by Richard Henson, 
and screamed that she wanted to see it, again. Another got out of the 
car and started kicking my car - that would be a young woman with white 
skin, and black hair, wearing a pink top, I think. She then spat on it.

And so I realized that I had been behind a car which had left 137 12th 
Street, just before I did, and was full of people whom, it seemed, hated 
me, for some reason.

(I don't think they know why they hate me. It's kind of a herd reaction, 
at this point.)

As it so happened, this entire sequence of events was witnessed by 
Paulie, the maintenance man at 137 12th Street, who, unbeknownst to me, 
was at the intersection, or maybe he was at the Valero gas station - but 
he saw it all.


Regards,

~richard