What do you mean 8mm? There is a story here, I can tell.
Well, nothing really standing out...It was the route from the Hospice towards the police station on the way to the library where I would post. I would feel flashes of dread driving that stretch, and that is where the motorcycle gendermes went after me, stopping me for almost a half hour while checking my credentials, no apparent reason except my driving away from the Hospice site.
When I first arrived on scene, I came from the north down 66th, and could sense a dark gloom enveloping me as I searched for the right intersection where the Hospice was. Then the right place appeared and without any problem at all I knew I found the Hospice. It was almost like sensing my location, something that doesn't jibe with plain travel thinking. The whole area had an aura of the unreal to me, at least, not scary, just unreal.