
Six days later, I was walking on the same portion of West Cliff Richard. At 11:15 p.m., three cars drove past. I heard an inarticulate yell from passengers in a dark SUV, put up my hands for protection, and a large, L-shaped block of wood now in police possession struck me squarely on the knuckles. I no longer feel safe walking on West Cliff Richard in the late evening. I encourage anyone who does to exercise caution, especially in places where there is nothing to shield pedestrians from projectiles that might be thrown at them by potentially sadistic motorists.





