My first victim was a woman-white, well dressed, probably in her early twenties.I came upon her late one night on a deserted street in Hyde park, a relatively affluent neighborhood in otherwise impoverished section of Chicago.
I moved to New York nearly two years ago and I have remained an avid night walker since.
I entered a jewelry store on the city's affluent Near North Sid. The proprietor excused herself and returned with an enormous red Doberman pinscher straining at the end of a leash.
He went by Waukegan, Illinois, a couple of summers ago to work on a story about a murder who was born there. Mistaking the reporter for the killer, police hauled him from his car at gunpoint but for his press crednetials would probably try to book him.
I began taking precautions to make myself less threatening.
And on late-evening constitutionals along streets less traveled by, I employ what has proved to be an excellent tension-reducing measure: I whistle melodies from Beethoven and Vivaldi and the most popular classical composers.