The scene: your neighborhood at night. The setup: you’re just taking the dog for a walk.
The guy driving toward you does something idiotic and dangerous, and you feel the need to explain to him how idiotic and dangerous he is. So you exercise your freedom of expression and shout something often heard in pool halls, newsrooms and on the Downtown Connector.
Now you’re thinking: what if he stops so we can, you know, discuss this? I’m armed only with my dog. What’s he armed with?
It’s not an academic question, not these days.
Then he stops.
In a special feature beginning today — Bill Torpy at Large — our fearless but not necessarily crazy staff writer recounts just such an episode. For subscribers, at myajc.com.
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