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...Look what the mayor has to do to raise his comfort level,'" McCarthy says in his thick Bronx accent. "'Why aren't you guys making sure that he's not uncomfortable?'" Whether the cameras, Booker's patrols or the Policing 101 measures instituted by McCarthy - moving more officers to night and weekend shifts, when, get this, crime is more likely to happen - were most responsible for the turnaround, the results are stunning. Murders dropped 36% in Newark - from 105 to 67 - from 2006 to 2008. Shooting incidents dropped 41%. Rapes fell 30%, and auto thefts 26%. Newark went 43 days...
...Booker's tougher policing methods are not getting rave reviews from all residents. "It seems like the cops hate us," says DeAndre Breeland, a legal aide who lives in the South Ward. On a late-June night patrol, two cars from the Newark police department's street-crime unit zipped through some of the city's most notorious neighborhoods, slowing down to check on groups hanging out on stoops and flashing lights to make sure there was no funny business. The glares from Newarkers said it all: Get out of here. Of course, these same detractors didn...
...team, of the Braves in the 90s. The guy, who as it turned out was Alan Autry (no relation to Gene, I think), regaled me with stories about going to Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium while in Georgia shooting the TV show, “In the Heat of the Night,” to watch the Braves make their worst-to-first comeback...
...Late one night during the summer before my senior year of high school, I was sitting in the passenger seat when my friend Christine made a left turn and collided with a SUV. Our significantly smaller car skidded several yards and was totaled upon impact. An airbag erupted in my face and violently threw me against my seat. It smelled like someone had tried to make cupcakes out of plastic and failed. For a split second, I actually believed the car would explode and, had I not been in such a hurry to get out, my shell-shocked friend might...
...from my house, I have to jog there after sundown because it's too hot to wait for a bus during the day. My mother regularly drops me off at lunch with my friends; she's even offered to drive me to bars before. At the end of a night out, my pals jokingly yell "Not it!" when it comes time to decide who drives me home. Once, a kind girlfriend drove me to the other side of the county so that I could attend a meeting with a literary agent, while she waited downstairs at a Coffee Bean...