The police have caught 1, but they are looking for at least 4 sexual predators in my city - the area where I live and work. One attack occured just at the corner of my street, and another, near where I work. Most of the attacks were done in broad daylight.

I love going for walks, especially alone. That's when I do my thinking and have some peace. I don't think of my safety at all when I'm walking, but when I'm at home or at work, or just reading an incident, then I worry a little, just a little.

The papers said that women are now carrying knives, whistles, and other objects to protect themselves. Does the lack of personal concern means I'm out of wack with everyone else? Or do I have a death wish? Sometimes I *want* something to happen. Yeah, guess I'm crazy