Last Sunday some bizarre violence happened next door to the premises I moved from at the end of October. Two female roommates I remember seeing often are alleged to have stabbed a man 300 (or so) times in a "consensual" sex-related ritual (that "got out of hand").
I spoke "hellos" to these young ladies in passing but they did not seem friendly. Only about half of my hellos were reciprocated.
Of course, after the incident the blocks around my place were descended upon by the MPD and blocked for long periods, according to former neighbor, who called to tell and ask me what was happening, not realizing I had moved out already.
Well, I am not at all surprised. As I complained before on this blog, this formerly safe and friendly neighborhood has been changing -- mostly for the worse, in my view.
I rarely photographed the building where this particular weird crime is alleged to have occurred -- but its bricks, walls and corners appear often enough in pictures I snapped around there, because the east wall of the place stands only several feet from my (ex-) back door, and its west side sits the same distance from the church garden where the Tortoise Cat and I strolled daily.
Yesterday I visited friends in other Milwaukee neighborhoods and did not venture near my old haunt..
In early autumn a lone monarch flitted through stiff breezes near nourishing blossoms near the wall of a building on the 900-block of East Knapp Street, Milwaukee, Wisconsin; this blurry image almost captures the surreal feel that often came over me in this neighborhood.