TWO CREEPS BUSTED
The cops asked my tenant, “Would you be a witness?” My guy — Bill Livingstone — said yes. I appreciated his civic involvement.
Livingstone was nosy. That was a good thing. Livingstone, a poodle groomer, stayed at the building 23 years.
A vandal scrawled graffiti on a front door. Livingstone wasn’t around. (Different building.)
The building manager knew the graffiti “artist.” She even knew his phone number. My custodian personally knows this derelict? The graffiti “artist” was a friend of a friend of the custodian. The “artist” hung out at a skaters coffeehouse and had a recognizable tag. My custodian, a lesbian brakeman with multiple piercings, knew the scene.
I phoned the graffiti kid. What if he was nuts? I hung up. Let the cops handle it.
The kid called me. “You just called my cell.”
I hate that.
The cops found him and made him clean up the doors. His mom even helped. The kid was in high school. I didn’t press charges because he cleaned the door.
Re: the leaded-glass sidelights thief. That guy was caught due to Bill Livingstone’s accurate ID of the man. (The thief sold the windows to an antiques store.) The man was charged with aggravated burglary and grand theft.
He didn’t do any jail time. He made restitution to me over a couple years.
I’ve been fortunate. Thanks to Bill Livingstone, tuned-in building managers and persistent police detectives.