Us walkers, us runners, us bicyclists are watched over, taken care of.
Running through Hudson the past 11 years (and South Boston prior to that, and back in Connecticut even further back), I have had the experience of being yelled at, sworn at, splashed and nearly hit by angry drivers more times than I can count.
Ask my friend, Matt. He’ll tell ya.
But not once, as in NEVER, has it come from a police officer – even when I may have deserved it.
