Take good care of you
Cagle Terrace is where I live. There is a lot of sorrow here. Most of the people who live here are old. Many are disabled. Many are alone. All are poor. And many, too many, no longer know life has promise. Their biggest question is not how they shall live, but how they will die.
There was an assault here today. A visitor, an older lady I didn’t know was hurt by a man who lives here. She came out on the porch crying saying he had hit her hard several times about the head. She was scared and obviously in pain. When the police came they asked her if she had been drinking. The conversation went downhill after that. Nothing she said was really going to matter. The guy denied doing anything. I guess he had some friends vouch for him. The police told the lady to leave and…
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