After the Hard Rock on Sunday we proceeded across town and picked up the girls from their overnight at the kennel, and we weren't home very long when we found out that we missed some major drama. Yep, once again we missed all of the action. (This has been the pattern over the last few years--every time I go out of town there's some big police raid or gang fight or party bust on the street). I used to see a lot more of the drama, but over time the general trend has become that I somehow seem to witness the drama less and less first hand.
Sor starters, silly as it sounds, our small cul-de-sac has its own MySpace.com profile, and as Jon was checking his email upon our return home, he read the following bulletin:
Jul 16, 2006 12:39 PMNeedless to say (hey we have no shame, we're busybodies just like everyone else) we were dying to hear what happened. So we walked over and found out. Please remember this count is second hand, as I'm retelling it from what was told to me. But the gist of story we got was this:
Subject:
Idiots!
Body:Lyman Court is a
peaceful street! We watchout for eachother and care very much about eachother
and if you happen to be a visitor or a renter on the street you should respect
that! Unfortunately there are those who would think it is okay to bad mouth the
occupants who own and live on this street, this happened last night when a
birthday party was in full swing disrupting a normall fun, harmless event. If
your stupid enough to mess with the long term residents on the street you will
definately feel the "long arm of the law"!!!
Our next door neighbors Ben & Nicole (who are moving soon—we are sad) were having a BBQ for Ben's 30th birthday party and apparently someone from the apartment house at the end of the street stumbled over to the party uninvited and started badmouthing another neighbor of ours who happens to be a police officer. (We are thrilled that Officer Mortensen parks his car on the street--things have been a LOT quieter since the squad car’s appearance a few months ago). But apparently JD, our officer neighbor, had to repeatedly ask for quiet during a late rowdy party at the apartment house the night prior and this guy (I don't think he is an actual resident but a mere friend of a tenant of the apartment) was not happy about it. He mistakenly starting spouting off about it to another of our neighbors who is also friends with the officer, and after some colorful words were exchanged Ben evidently escorted the guy outside, only the guy didn't leave the street. He was high on something, or drunk, or both, and was just hanging around. JD’s wife returned home later after leaving Ben and Nicole’s only to find the guy lurking around our street and she was pretty creeped out so she called JD (who was out working on patrol) and almost instantly an entire cavalry of officers showed up and started arresting people—namely this drunk guy and his friends. All of them reportedly had warrants for something or other, and the one guy out of the half dozen or so who didn’t have a warrant was field tested and determined by the officers to be intoxicated but they had no reason to arrest him. Except right after they dismissed him he tried to drive away right in front of them. (Heloooo!!) So they threw him into the back of the squad car with the rest of gang too.
Never a dull moment I tell you!
Except for when I’m home.
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