Mainsail
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I’m somewhat hesitant to report this since it’s tough to discuss something that only might have happened and then attempt to draw a conclusion from that. I’ll throw it out for discussion though.
On Sunday morning I walked the three blocks from my house to the Harvester Restaurant at the corner of Tacoma Ave North and Division. This is part of my routine; read the paper and eat breakfast then take a lap or two around Wright Park. While walking along the path at the southern end of the park (time was about 9:30am), I noticed two young men (18ish), walking abreast, approaching from the opposite direction. That alone is unusual because it’s always been homeless persons or other walkers/joggers in the park that early in the morning. Another walker who was behind me had passed me and was now about 50 feet or more ahead, so I was alone but not in any remote area, I was walking the path along the perimeter.
The path is wide enough for five or more to walk abreast and I moved to the right side of the path to let them pass. When the two young men were about 20 feet away, the taller of the two, who was walking to the far left (from my POV), crossed in front of his partner so that they were no longer abreast, but in line. He was looking directly at me and appeared as though he would continue towards me. I was watching him from behind my sunglasses with my face still pointed ahead down the path; my hands were in the tube-pocket of my sweatshirt. Bells began to ring a little because this seemed like an unusual move. I was watching his face, but in hindsight should have been watching his hands as well.
About ten feet apart and closing, the taller one suddenly noticed the Sig on my right side, somewhat obscured by my elbow because my hands were in the pocket. He threw up his hands (like a surrender) and said, “Whoa man!” He immediately returned to the far left side of the path along side the other young man and we passed. I never spoke but just kept walking while keeping the rear-radar up and a quick glance back to make sure they were still moving.
Now, I cannot say with any certainty whether or not they had something they wanted to discuss with me, but the little voice was telling me they were up to no good. I don’t have anything else to add to it, I just thought it was interesting enough to post.
I’m somewhat hesitant to report this since it’s tough to discuss something that only might have happened and then attempt to draw a conclusion from that. I’ll throw it out for discussion though.
On Sunday morning I walked the three blocks from my house to the Harvester Restaurant at the corner of Tacoma Ave North and Division. This is part of my routine; read the paper and eat breakfast then take a lap or two around Wright Park. While walking along the path at the southern end of the park (time was about 9:30am), I noticed two young men (18ish), walking abreast, approaching from the opposite direction. That alone is unusual because it’s always been homeless persons or other walkers/joggers in the park that early in the morning. Another walker who was behind me had passed me and was now about 50 feet or more ahead, so I was alone but not in any remote area, I was walking the path along the perimeter.
The path is wide enough for five or more to walk abreast and I moved to the right side of the path to let them pass. When the two young men were about 20 feet away, the taller of the two, who was walking to the far left (from my POV), crossed in front of his partner so that they were no longer abreast, but in line. He was looking directly at me and appeared as though he would continue towards me. I was watching him from behind my sunglasses with my face still pointed ahead down the path; my hands were in the tube-pocket of my sweatshirt. Bells began to ring a little because this seemed like an unusual move. I was watching his face, but in hindsight should have been watching his hands as well.
About ten feet apart and closing, the taller one suddenly noticed the Sig on my right side, somewhat obscured by my elbow because my hands were in the pocket. He threw up his hands (like a surrender) and said, “Whoa man!” He immediately returned to the far left side of the path along side the other young man and we passed. I never spoke but just kept walking while keeping the rear-radar up and a quick glance back to make sure they were still moving.
Now, I cannot say with any certainty whether or not they had something they wanted to discuss with me, but the little voice was telling me they were up to no good. I don’t have anything else to add to it, I just thought it was interesting enough to post.
