Sunday, January 31, 2010

John Dillinger's Car

So on the way home from church this evening Greg and I saw the FBI reclaiming John Dillinger's Car from the Museum of Crime and Punishment. People were stopped on the street in awe of the infamous criminal's burgundy vehicle.



I'm reminded of our trip to this museum during the summer with our friend Marius Lazau as well as seeing the Dillinger movie, Public Enemies, early in the Fall with Christina D. That museum was very interesting. I've never understand my secret fascination with law enforcement. Where else can one learn about the history of law and the move infamous criminals to stump those who try to enforce those laws.

Dillinger made breaking the law look cool to folks in the depression. Johnny Depp made it look cool in the movie.

Just a little tid-bit. The biggest law I have ever broken was speeding in a school zone on my way to school during my Junior year of high school. I took comedy defensive driving with a bunch of "criminals" with worse offenses than myself.

What's worse than speeding in a school zone you ask? There was a woman in the class who had her license revoked because she switched seats with her daughter in the car (the daughter was one ticket away from loosing her license), and then remembered last minute she had a moving violation she had failed to pay. There was also a truck driver who drove his 18-wheeler into a ditch and ran into an empty (thankfully) school bus. The teacher in the class convinced us to share these stories over Domino's pizza. After two days of 6 to 9 class we were done--and eradicated of all wrong doing.

Other criminals I've encountered were a podiatrist in Wellington Florida who tried to start a medical practice removing bunions out of his home (that did not go over too well with the county health board you can imagine). This was during my first job as a catch-all reporter for the Wellington/Royal Palm Beach Town Crier. Also my encounters corrupt Palm Beach County commissioners including Tony Mazziloti. Those and weekly condensing of police reports from several Palm Beach County town during my time at the Palm Beach Post account for my encounters with law breakers.

Musings from the Atlas District

Throughout high school I kept elaborate scrapbooks with candy wrappers and papers I saved. These made for a hodgepodge of journals chronicling my everyday experiences as an adolescent in small town Texas. Since then I went to college, met the love of my life in Washington, DC, moved to south Florida, started my journalism career, got married, wrote a column, moved to Washington, DC and started graduate school. However, I never been able to reflect during those years in the way I did at Boerne High School and with such artistry as my scrap-booked journals.

So in light of my recent move from Chinatown to the Atlas District of DC, I've decided to join the DC blog-o-sphere and create an online journal where I'll do some catching up by journaling on assorted topics. While it might not be the stuff dreams are made of, I hope to provide intentional insights into life in the US Capital City as well as my new neighborhood--which I'm learning to love.