NOTIONS: Crime watch through the window and video screen
It was Friday evening, June 1, after 10 p.m. My wife, my son Zach and I were enjoying a late dinner at downtown’s Rock Bottom Brewery when all hell broke loose. We were seated indoors, near the front window. Many patrons were seated outside in the sidewalk section. I was looking toward the outdoor tables beyond Zach’s shoulder when I saw a skinny, shirtless young man zoom by on a bicycle. The bike was the size I rode when I…