The last few nights have been a full moon.
One night when it was clear I was up at 3 am and it was bright enough to read a newspaper with. So I grabbed a copy of the Times Leader and perused the Police blotter.
The fact that people act crazier and there is more crime during a full moon is under some dispute. In spite of the word lunacy which comes from the Latin for Moon or Luna. Some psychologists say itâ€™s a bunch of hooey. But ask any policeman or emergency room worker. Things happen under a full moon that donâ€™t when the orb is waxing or waning.
Back to the police blotter-in the past three days there have been over 60 reports printed. I donâ€™t know if thatâ€™s more or less than normal but it seems like a lot.
Domestic disputes, stolen vehicles, vandalism, all in incredible variety. A stolen kidâ€™s bike, a ripped off basketball hoop, a license plate taken, holiday decorations stolen from a car (what holiday? Why in a car?) Solar lights disappeared from a front yard.
Someone even liberated two air conditioners from a fire hall. Now that takes intestinal fortitude.
And a bunch of people who had more than their share of John Barleycorn. A guy arrested for throwing food and a mattress into the street. A lady who was driving on the sidewalk. A woman who was found drinking a beer in public then gave police a fake name.
A 32 year old gal arrested for exposing her breasts to passing motorists.
Some things that are just plain sad. Someone broke into a place and stole an undetermined amount of hypodermic needles. You donâ€™t need to think very hard to figure out where those will end up.
A 2 year old thrown from a car into the road, then scooped up and put back in the car which drove off. Witnesses said the car was being driven recklessly.
And a man who broke into a house was found inside the residence, not his own, cooking.
There are a thousand stories in the naked city under a full moon.
As Warren Zevon put it. Ahhh oooo!