I worked in DC 1987 - 1994, inside of Union Station. At lunch, I’d walk up to and around the Capital. At that time you had to be aware of kids on bicycles, who would snatch the gold chains right off your neck. That was also when they told tourists to stop wearing Fanny packs, because they would slice them with a knife and run with them. And all this in broad daylight.
I lived there for awhile and they would try to jump drunk Soldiers and Marines. Sometimes it went bad for them but usually just as bad for the Soldiers and Marines. We were given strict no-go zones all through-out the city.
I worked in DC 1987 - 1994, inside of Union Station. At lunch, I’d walk up to and around the Capital. At that time you had to be aware of kids on bicycles, who would snatch the gold chains right off your neck. That was also when they told tourists to stop wearing Fanny packs, because they would slice them with a knife and run with them. And all this in broad daylight.
I lived there for awhile and they would try to jump drunk Soldiers and Marines. Sometimes it went bad for them but usually just as bad for the Soldiers and Marines. We were given strict no-go zones all through-out the city.