Over the years I have shared little ditties about my wonderful neighborhood. Perhaps you remember the gang-banger gunshot wound victim up the street, or maybe the dead naked corpse found up behind the local dirty watering hole pub. Maybe you remember the time I told you all about the day we were at the family dollar, me with my with my two young children while the place was being robbed and in walked a 90- pound soaking wet female cop all by herself. When she tried to apprehend the criminal, he overpowered her and then ran off.
Well, I have a lovely new memory to share with you, one which I will always treasure, just like the others and pass along to future generations.
I was walking out to my car this a.m., on my way to work. Typical Monday. When I notice a ton of SUV's pulling up the street and parking outside of a house two doors down. My interest is piqued. They are parking on the wrong side of the street, it looks like it may be a family get together on Thanksgiving or something. Except it's 7 a.m., Monday and this isn't a holiday.
So I pause a moment and wait. The doors all open and out come at least a dozen men and women clad in bullet proof vests, with the writing 'U.S. Marshall' on the front. 'Well, you don't see that everyday,', I thought, so I went inside to get my husband. We came out and the cops had this house surrounded. Well I had to go to work so I left. My husband called me later and gave me the low down. Apparently, a professional theif lives there who's been breaking into houses around the neighborhood and the town in general. My husband tipped the feds off that sometimes this dude spends time in the house across the street (my husband is the neighborhood busy body)-- and so they went in and cased that place, too. Then the cops gave my husband their business card and told him to call with follow up information. Apparently, no one was home.
All in a day's work.
Michelle
Well, I have a lovely new memory to share with you, one which I will always treasure, just like the others and pass along to future generations.
I was walking out to my car this a.m., on my way to work. Typical Monday. When I notice a ton of SUV's pulling up the street and parking outside of a house two doors down. My interest is piqued. They are parking on the wrong side of the street, it looks like it may be a family get together on Thanksgiving or something. Except it's 7 a.m., Monday and this isn't a holiday.
So I pause a moment and wait. The doors all open and out come at least a dozen men and women clad in bullet proof vests, with the writing 'U.S. Marshall' on the front. 'Well, you don't see that everyday,', I thought, so I went inside to get my husband. We came out and the cops had this house surrounded. Well I had to go to work so I left. My husband called me later and gave me the low down. Apparently, a professional theif lives there who's been breaking into houses around the neighborhood and the town in general. My husband tipped the feds off that sometimes this dude spends time in the house across the street (my husband is the neighborhood busy body)-- and so they went in and cased that place, too. Then the cops gave my husband their business card and told him to call with follow up information. Apparently, no one was home.
All in a day's work.
Michelle
