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April 26, 2004

Informatio:

Where were you the night of...?

Strange ActivityLast night, Julianna and I were questioned by a detective from the Shawnee Mission Police Department. We weren’t the only ones — there were a couple of detectives on “the scene” and they questioned everyone in our building. It seems that something is up with one of our neighbors (I don’t know what). We were asked if we know the guy, when we’d last seen him, if there had been any “strange activity” lately, etc.

This morning I was thinking about the concept of “strange activity” this morning. Isn’t “strange” one of those subjective terms? Like, one man’s strange is another man’s lifestyle? Wouldn’t it have been better for the detective to use the term “out-of-the-ordinary”? I mean, what if the guy wore big rainbow afro wigs all of the time? While that might be strange to me, seeing him out-and-about might not be construed as “strange activity” — in fact, seeing him with a shaved head might be more “strange” (more like out-of-the-ordinary) than anything.

Anyway, being interogated by a detective on your doorstep isn’t the lovliest occasion. Julianna is a bit more concerned about the whole thing that I am.

Hopefully, everything is ok with our neighbor.

Posted at 07:46 am

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Comments (2):
Ever hear what happened?

Nancy () (URL) - April 29, 2004 at 11:01 am

Nothing yet… I don’t know if we ever will hear anything. I haven’t seen our neighbor since, though!

timsamoff () (URL) - April 29, 2004 at 11:14 am

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