Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I’ve written a little before about our old neighborhood. It had its charms, (freeway close, Toys R Us and good bagel bakery adjacent) and its not-so-charms (everything else). Most notably, there was a lot of police action. The sounds of sirens and helicopters circling overhead were hourly occurrences.
Last fall we moved 16.9 miles and 3.4 universes away to the place we live now. Our new small-ish town is best described as sleepy. I mean “sleepy” in a handful of Ambien with a vodka chaser kind of way.
There is a local newspaper here that comes out every Wednesday. Eight swell pages filled with Senior Center Pancake Breakfasts and Junior High Track Meets. My favorite (obsession) section is the small column on page six reserved for “Weekly Police Activity.”
This week’s highlights:
(Insert Law & Order "doink doink" scene change sound effect here.)
Tuesday, 6:00pm. Victim lets suspect borrow vehicle temporarily. Suspect is late returning vehicle.
Friday 2:00pm. Victim leaves wallet at a friend’s (suspect) house and suspect takes victim’s credit card and attempts to make an unauthorized purchase but is denied.
Tuesday 9:00pm. Victim has front door open for ventilation and screen door is locked. Suspect knocks on screen door and inquires if “Stacy” is home. Victim says that there is no one named "Stacy" that lives there. Suspect leaves on foot.
Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?
Labels: the neighborhood