What's this? Crime in State College, Pennsylvania?
A police car was outside my building this morning. The sidewalk surrounding the tall, brick exterior of neighboring Rosetti's Italian restaurant was completely cordoned off. A small group of onlookers gathered nearby. Eager to see my first mangled corpse I hurried over.
Imagine my disappointment upon discovering the cause of the commotion. No, it was not a victim of the gang wars of a powerful small town mafia. Rather it was the unwanted company of an intrusive hive of bees. They swarmed quite harmlessly in a nearby bush.
When you live in one of the ten safest cities in the U.S. policemen become beekeepers. I miss New York City. I miss walking home from Lizz's apartment in Harlem, nervously looking over my shoulder so as not to get mugged.
When I go back I have jury duty. And as long as I don't get assigned to a case involving a bee hive it will be a pleasant homecoming indeed.
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