I just called the police for the first time in my life.  The receptionist was rude once or twice, and while I was waiting for the police at the location I said, a guy was rude to me and might have tried to beat me up if he wanted to.  Later, an officer arrived after going the wrong way for a while on C.. St., and he turned right on ..th St. instead of meeting me there.  He turned another right and drove on the fresh, clean grass of the park with his dirty car tires and passed a number of groups of people, stopping in the midst of the group near the back fence of the park.  Then the new guy who was picking on me and pushed my cart full of important journey things into the street before the officer arrived, he started kind of talking toward the officer from far away, saying like, hey get this guy, he's trying to follow me.  He said that a few times and then said something kind of threatening from maybe 40 feet away, and I shouted to him "Respect."  He said something stupid, and I said I'm doing business and that's respect.  Some of the most major gang leaders periodically about the .. area were reclining with their friends there at .. Park.  They looked over at the police car that was so far away from our meeting place, and then they looked back at me.  What I called about was an unstable guy who threw a few things at me this morning, claiming that my cart was his.  Yesterday morning, I met with a friend to get my two bags that she and her husband mysteriously took with them for a few weeks until I saw her, Elisha, recently.  She gave me a blue cart, and this morning the very hostile guy at .. was saying that his was the only blue cart of them all and that it said "SEARS" on it.  I happened to remove one of the disgusting "scum of the earth" stickers earlier this morning, uncovering one of the "sears" messages.  He harmed me, and it's not right.  I stood up for myself, and I even paraphrased an enjoyable Christian song for him, repeatedly:  "[I] come to share my story.  [I] come to break the bread.  [I] come to know my rising from the dead."  I'm just going to send this much to you right now, to get the word out. 

I shared some knowledge that blind people may have.  Back at .., she introduced me to B.. who works at ...  Handshake.  <A little later:  weird talk about an interpreter for her.  Shruggable with my current exercise:  being blind to people's ignorance.>  A little later, at ..:  "Now we must depart.  Be careful about the cars," 'or something'.  Later, I made it to ..th, after doing a little solo-work without B..'s help.  First day too, gosh.  I'm 'just' now learning to recognize a little more detail than before.  Southwest-North area of the .. & .. intersection:  I made it there after listening for people and ..s.  There are 3 metal p..s kind of close together at that .. area.  ... of the intersection one could perceive, after hearing the cars, that there is a building to the left, cars drivable to the right.  In fact, there IS a building to the left.  Good thing people talk, so I could hear them coming.  Also, I could hear their footsteps <if audible>.  After a ways, I went slowly to the right and felt for the curb.  I found it, having some good idea about distances.  A little later, I think I stepped on a <s..> m.. g...  Good thing I had sight here in .., before today; otherwise, I would've probably just thout it was a g...  Before that, I felt for some cracks in the sidewalk, again hoping to equip myself with means for senses of direction, which would be or is according to my sensory or otherwise perceptual memory.  A little later, knowing about the building corner ahead and to the left, I turned diagonally to the left, then being on 18th St., west of ...  Of course, as I am blind, I'm not saying I went to the road.  Really, I went to the sidewalk south of 18th St. :)  On the sidewalk there, I felt for cracks in the sidewalk after a little while.  Also, I felt a grate or 2 <according to my perceptions>.  It was interesting, at a <city> street corner, to hear the cars to the left and a ways before me before crossing the street while hearing engine sounds to the left.  Actually, though, another happening that helped my decision to go across the street was that a bus was heard passing by, going from west to east, and it was slowed to a stop soon later, a little behind me and to the right.  If the bus had to stop early at the next intersection, then maybe the cars a ways before me weren't going anywhere for a little while, and I really should say that I heard at least one car to the left come to a complete stop.  I went for it, successfully.  Just a little later though, I somehow sensed that a bicyclist came swinging 'around' the <sidewalk> corner of the next city-block intersection.  To confirm that imagination, or at least intendedly, I slowed my walk and listened for swiftness or other speed of bicycle wheels.  Hearing faster-than-walk-pace circular-directioned wind, or something like that, though it wasn't very audible, I went to the right a little, and sure enough, a bicyclist', or someone else', passed by, on a bicycle', or something else'.  A little later, I went to write about the previous events at the Ta-C.  Rain started a little.  I didn't go for any darn revolving doors, and the door I tried was locked.  I went to the front, or .. St., side of the Ta-C. 

Some quick advice for blind people in ..:  Best time for travel downtown:  Morning-time, maybe 6 a.m., with a guide-for-blind or slow movements, care, a degree of caution, and preferably a good memory.

People may be wondering how the check issue turned out.  When I picked up the check on the sidewalk and saw the address of the drawer, it gave me a new feeling to realize that I could make someone's day by reminding the drawer of the check after giving it to the drawer, if the drawer hadn't already known that the payment check was missing or if the drawer hadn't already written a new check.  As it turns out, the next evening I found the apartment location that was on the check, and as I walked toward the elevator a man asked if he could help me.  I mentioned and showed the check, talking about it a little.  He kindly said he'd take care of it.  That, too, gave me a new feeling.  Happy for having done a good deed, I contently left the building. 

Also, some recent news before sharing some older news (my two bags were returned just this morning after arrangement of a meeting place and time):

Saturday, 4-29-06:  A <or the> first day of blindness <to people's ignorance>, for me.  About noon, after giving my guide, B.., a donut <and:  'Do I get a good morning hug?'  "Of course," with smile>, we went to the bus stop Southwest-West of the .. & .. intersection and made our way to .. & .. area.  We walked a little ways from 18th & something to ...  "...?"  'O.K.'  ... to, actually, ...  I panhandled there:  $0.0, using a Mountain Dew can after drinking that which B.. gave me.  Later, we went to 18th for the ...  We went far and stopped at a gas station.  C..s for B.., and I helped with $1.  Conversation with people at a bench.  ...  Then .. again.  Some Good lil' conversations between B.. and I, she pretty much mute and I blind.