Asheville City Councilman Cecil Bothwell tells the story best:
Department of Rude Awakenings:
At a quarter to midnight last night I was roused by pounding on my door, and could see a flashing white light playing around my living room/kitchen. I gathered my wits, pulled on a pair of pants and went to to door to greet two APD officers. It seems that a not near neighbor of mine, one street over and around a curve, has a band. A “white-haired old man with a pot belly” had barged into their rehearsal, swinging a walking stick and threatening to break up the place. My impression, given the police description, was that the old man was angry about the noise.
The band leader, a woman, had told the police that she thought her intruder was me. I guess, standing there shirtless in the porch light, the officers concluded that I didn’t fit the description. Or perhaps they decided that a soundly sleeping City Councilman was an unlikely suspect. The politely apologized and went on their way.
For my part I thanked them for their service and said that while I wasn’t particularly happy with the visit, I understood that they were simply doing a job that can’t always be easy.
I do wonder who the neighbor is. I’ve never once heard the band.
Department of Rude Awakenings Update:
The neighbor who reported the intrusion of a crazy white-haired, pot-bellied old man on Wednesday night is now a FaceBook friend of mine. She apologized for any trouble her police report might have caused me and has affirmed that I am not the person who broke into her home. (What a relief! I mean, how does one know for absolute certain that one is not a music-hating sleepwalker?)
However, I have now heard that an idiot in West Asheville is telling people that I am “under investigation” for breaking and entering and causing a disturbance. Oh joy! No doubt the next step is a John Boyle story and a featured demolition on Pete Kaliner’s hate-talk show.
Hello. And Bye.
LOL at the boob Bothwell. He pulled out in front of me today in his beat up old red dodge pick up as he was leaving the liquor store, and shot me the bird for blowing the horn at him trying to alert him to my presence and right of way. What an ass he is.
That’s just Cecil being the boob that he is.
I’m just sitting here minding my own business and all of a sudden I get lumped in with John Boyle?
What the hell?! It’s an outrage!!
The councilman couldn’t just let a funny story stand on its own? Why did he need to throw Kaliner and Boyle under the bus? Just because Pete Kaliner has the smarts to pull back the veil of dookie that politicians display does not mean it’s hate-talk. And come on – PK’s sarcasm is hilarious (even funnier than the word dookie)!
Probably a rhetorical question, but I’m taking a shot anyway:
“All about me Cecil” always thinks he is the smartest guy in the room and everyone does or should care about his every move. If life can be reduced to a 2X2 matrix, he is the prime occupant of the not as smart as he thinks he is/ arrogant quadrant.
That’s one side of the story. We don’t know for sure that it wasn’t cecil. Sure sounds like him.