I asked my love to take a walk

Weird things happen a lot in my neighborhood, and yet, and YET, they don't make it into the papers.

The latest strangeness unfolded last Monday, May 23. My girlfriend A, who drives to work early in the morning over the Pulaski Bridge, filled me in.

That particular morning, the police had closed off the southbound side of the bridge, and four units were parked on the bridge, near the bridgekeeper's tower.

A couple hours later, the story partially trickled out: A woman had hanged herself from the bridge.

I checked the news for mention of the story. I didn't find any, but I thought, Oh, perhaps the papers aren't mentioning it because it's a suicide. (Though the media generally covers suicides in public places--moreover, hanging from the Pulaski Bridge is a pretty exceptional way to off yourself.) Anyhow, nada.

A day or so after that, a little more of the story came out: It wasn't suicide, it was murder. Ooooooh. This from a neighbor who can see the bridge from his apartment. Oh, I thought, This will definitely make the news. It's got RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES written all over it.

A resounding NOTHING from the media. I began to question the veracity of the story. I mean, ladies hanging from bridges? That's crazytalk.

The only thing (and I'm trying to find a nonspecific way to phrase this) is that there exists video footage of the body. And yeah, that is a little creepy, and yeah, of course I wanna see it.

Remember the Brooklyn Strangler? Six women were murdered, and the media couldn't have cared less (three guesses why, and the first two don't count). My hairdresser (assuming that hallowed role of gossipmonger) was the one who told me all the lurid details months before they caught the guy. All of my female friends were freaked right the fuck out. The coverage only began after the police found the sixth body.

Oh, well thank goodness it was only crackwhores, the newspapers said.

So what's going on with this case, exactly?