Thursday, May 31, 2007
in the still of the night
Please my dear reader, do not think of the title to this post as reference to one of the best songs Zeppelin never wrote, unless you also close your eyes and briefly recall your adolescent fantasies about Tawny Kitaen straddling you like a Jaguar. Damn, was that ever one lucky car.
Finished?
Good. Now let's move on.
I am increasingly getting the feeling that strange and potentially nefarious things happen in these parts.
A week ago Saturday night, our car was burglarized in our driveway. The crime occurred sometime between around 1:00 am and 7:00 in the morning. I apparently forgot to lock it. I got up Sunday morning to let the dogs out and discovered the driver's door wide open. The contents of the glove box and other compartments were strewn about the interior. The Wife's iPod was gone, as was The Boy's school backpack.
Curse you bastards for stealing the iPod. I only hope you weren't so high as to feel like total shit when you looked in the backpack for your booty and found only a change of clothes belonging to a small boy. May you burn in Hell for your treachery.
Following the call to the local PD, I was finally motivated to seek out and join our neighborhood association's Yahoo! group. Aside from the anticipated lost/stray dog posting, I was somewhat taken aback to read all the postings about suspicious people, vehicles, and activities that are witnessed by the neighbors with alarming regularity.
Our neighborhood seems to be one of many potential crimes of opportunity, quick run and grabs, and potential petty thefts. Ours was not the only burglary reported that week.
Earlier tonight, while the neighborhood lie sleeping, The Wife and I spent a curious and somewhat uncomfortable fifteen minutes or so watching a circling police helicopter, spotlight blazing, a block or so from our home. When we realized it was slowly circling our direction we chose to move inside, concluding that if it was moving our direction than its intended quarry might also be heading our way.
As we were going inside, the helicopter flew away. While distance and the neighborhood homes and trees prevented us from seeing what happened, I believe it is doubtful The Man will just give up and leave once it gets to the point where there is a chopper with a searchlight shining overhead. I trust they caught the bastard they sought.
Maybe he's got my kid's backpack.
Vigilance.
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Finished?
Good. Now let's move on.
I am increasingly getting the feeling that strange and potentially nefarious things happen in these parts.
A week ago Saturday night, our car was burglarized in our driveway. The crime occurred sometime between around 1:00 am and 7:00 in the morning. I apparently forgot to lock it. I got up Sunday morning to let the dogs out and discovered the driver's door wide open. The contents of the glove box and other compartments were strewn about the interior. The Wife's iPod was gone, as was The Boy's school backpack.
Curse you bastards for stealing the iPod. I only hope you weren't so high as to feel like total shit when you looked in the backpack for your booty and found only a change of clothes belonging to a small boy. May you burn in Hell for your treachery.
Following the call to the local PD, I was finally motivated to seek out and join our neighborhood association's Yahoo! group. Aside from the anticipated lost/stray dog posting, I was somewhat taken aback to read all the postings about suspicious people, vehicles, and activities that are witnessed by the neighbors with alarming regularity.
Our neighborhood seems to be one of many potential crimes of opportunity, quick run and grabs, and potential petty thefts. Ours was not the only burglary reported that week.
Earlier tonight, while the neighborhood lie sleeping, The Wife and I spent a curious and somewhat uncomfortable fifteen minutes or so watching a circling police helicopter, spotlight blazing, a block or so from our home. When we realized it was slowly circling our direction we chose to move inside, concluding that if it was moving our direction than its intended quarry might also be heading our way.
As we were going inside, the helicopter flew away. While distance and the neighborhood homes and trees prevented us from seeing what happened, I believe it is doubtful The Man will just give up and leave once it gets to the point where there is a chopper with a searchlight shining overhead. I trust they caught the bastard they sought.
Maybe he's got my kid's backpack.
Vigilance.
|
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