By Max R. Weller
Yesterday, as I was reading underneath my shade trees in the 4900 block of N. Broadway, Mississippi Billy was again passed out drunk in front of the Mexican restaurant (no more than 3′ from a large NO TRESPASSING sign), about 100′ away from me. I keep as much distance as I can from the pickled idjits, and try to ignore their stupid antics. Shortly before noon, I happened to glance in that direction and I noticed a well-dressed young woman standing near his prostrate form and talking on her cell phone. I hoped that she was calling 9-1-1, and as it turns out that’s exactly what she was doing. She walked on down the sidewalk to where I was, and told me she had called the Sheriff to come and check on him; from her tone of voice and facial expression I could tell she had doubts about whether she had done the right thing. Of course, I reassured her she had. I told her that drunks passing out in that spot and elsewhere in the neighborhood is a common occurence, and the authorities will simply respond to such complaints by scraping ’em up and taking ’em to detox or jail. She thanked me, and flashed a big smile as she went on her way.
Sure enough, a short time later the paramedics and a BCSO deputy arrived, and I pointed over to the unconscious miscreant. They woke him up, and after taking a very quick look at him the ambulance crew left. The deputy poured out Mississippi Billy’s beer, searched his backpack, and then took him into custody. Presumably, because of overcrowding at the Boulder County Jail, he was transported instead to the Addiction Recovery Center to sleep it off.
This worked out perfectly for me, because the shade had gone away from my spot and I wanted to move over to that shady area where the inebriates are typically passed out, but I’m not about to share it with ’em.
I encourage all residents and business owners in my north Boulder neighborhood to call 9-1-1 every time they see some bum sleeping anywhere in the vicinity. Thank you, young lady . . .
This brings me to a comment I just received from “Kate” on a previous post about the worst-behaved bums in downtown Boulder, CO’s Central Park. It’s copied below in its entirety:
Hi, I’m new to Boulder, I never expected to live here and I don’t know much about the town, but my husband’s job didn’t really give us much of a choice about the move. It’s overall a nice place to live, and we’ve spent our lives working hard to provide our family a safe, clean, enjoyable life. I want to be able to enjoy the parks here in Boulder, but I feel unsafe even walking over to the library because I have to pass sometimes large groups of pretty scary looking guys. I have young kids and would love to take them to go play in the park by the creek but I feel really unsafe there. I’ve noticed behaviors in some of the apparently homeless men congregating in the parks that indicates they may be either quite mentally ill, no where near sober, or both. None of those options makes me feel very optimistic about the safety of women walking alone, or children exploring and playing. Are there any mechanisms in place for identifying and/or removing trouble makers?
Well, Kate, I’ve avoided not only Central Park and the Main Branch of Boulder Public Library, but Pearl Street Mall and University Hill, as well; all because of the worst-behaved transients — and I’m a single guy without kids or a wife to worry about. I suggest that if concerned citizens will report wrongdoing to the police every single time they see it, which could be dozens of times on a daily basis, the authorities will eventually get tired of all of the complaints and decide to make the transients move on. (The chronic troublemakers are almost all on a first name basis with Boulder PD officers). This may take many moons or even years, because misplaced compassion is a virulent form of stupidity here in Boulder, but the reward of eventually restoring these areas to decent folks (including most of the homeless, who are well-behaved) is so great. I don’t own a cell phone; but if I did, I’d follow my own advice without hesitation.
Unfortunately, our local newspaper doesn’t seem to be interested in reporting the truth about the bums. I’ll continue to spread the word here, however, because it’s important that somebody in my position do so.