Ferndale’s Early Morning Excitement
Cream City never sleeps.
Caroline Titus of the Ferndale Enterprise asked incredulously:
“Doesn’t anyone know it’s Sunday? Ferndale had a cat stuck on power pole, a medical call, and now a bank robbery.”
Yes, a bank robbery. Only this time it wasn’t Guy Fieri. It was the real deal.
Waking Ms. Titus out of her cozy bed in the wee hours of the morning, she dutifully reported:
Sylvester Loren Vansickle, 56, and Larry Daniel Rodriguez, 39, were booked into the Humboldt County Jail on suspicion of burglary, conspiracy to commit burglary, burglary with an acetylene torch, possession of burglary tools and possession of tools to break into a vending machine, according to Ferndale Police Department Chief Bret Smith.
But wait, there’s more: You can read the full details here at the Ferndale Enterprise.
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It’s high time readers wake up and smell Ferndale’s fresh dairy-aire, understanding what has happened to the normally quaint and innocent Victorian Village where residents see no need to lock their doors or license their Holsteins:
“The question: Do the machines in a factory ever need rest? Does a ship ever feel tired? Or is it only people who are weary at night? There is a pulse to the Naked City and it never stops beating. It takes a thousand questions to get one answer.
The Naked City takes on its own life, an asphalt jungle that is sleepless, merciless, corrupt. Pulsating with a cold urban triumph, a black and white grid depicted from oblique angles which induce claustrophobia in the protagonists, and especially in us, the suspended viewers.
Perhaps in the country, the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile, and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
The Naked City never sleeps.
There are 8 million stories in the Naked City. This is one of them.”
~Naked City, 1948
(Posted by Skippy Massey)