It’s been an eventful few days in our fair central Westchester burg.
First off, our
beloved beliked Hawthorne Wine shop–they of the 5% discount for Metro-North commuters–was broken into in recent days.
Reports Mount Pleasant PD Det. Artie “ALL CAPS” Romaine:
WE HAD A BURGLARY IN PROGRESS AT THE HAWTHORNE LIQUOR STORE AT 341AM.. RESPONDING PATROLS SAW A SUBJECT WALKING AWAY FROM SAME.. HE WAS EVENTUALLY ARRESTED.
I popped in last night for a little vino, and the owner said the perp was a guy in his 20s who rented in the area. The skell busted through the door and took four bottles before departing. Drug addiction was suspected. The guy is in the pokey over in Valhalla.
Elsewhere in our region, a cyclist was shot by police Sunday when a bullet intended for a possibly rabid raccoon grazed a guy by Rockefeller Park. The raccoon was killed and the guy, cycling along Old Sleepy Hollow Road, was fine.
Yeah, I bit a few folks, but don’t try pinning the Hawthorne Wine job on me!
And this isn’t quite getting shot while on your bike, but this has never happened to me in 4 1/2 years of cycling to the train: I was going over the Chelsea Bridge, sucking wind, when I heard a faint noise on my left.
I looked over my shoulder and saw a guy flying past me in his bike, like Cadel Evans shooting past Andy Schleck on L’Alpe de Huez . I felt old and frail.
The guy had red shorts on that I think identified him as a life guard at the town pool. He scooted through the Elwood stop sign and started a slow climb up the big hill at Frankford.
Good to know such a hale young man is keeping our bathers safe.
Moments later, I entered the station parking lot, only to encounter an old man on a funny looking Peewee Herman-esque bike exiting.
Tour de France fever has clearly taken over Hawthorne.