So Ruby the Incredibly Fierce Corgi and I go for a walk along about dark. We circumnavigate the lower reaches of Upper Richistan and then roam back to the Funny Farm. As we reach our street, I notice a cop copter circling around over the nearest intersection with Conduit of Blight Blvd, about three lots in from were we used to live.
Charming. We trot along briskly and get back to the FF before anything happens. Into s. the house. Lock the doors. Go on about our dog & human business.
Dinner consumed, we climb onto the sack and prepare to loaf before turning out the lights. And that’s when I learn, from the local Play-Nooz accessible on the laptop computer, that the ruckus down there was no mere fender-bender. The cops were trying to chase down a dangerous, armed fugitive.
Charming.
Luckily, he missed us. Otherwise instead of playing with this computer, I’d be (again!) in the middle of a hostage situation.
We should be used to this stuff by now, eh?
And I guess I am. My li’l heart is not even going pitty-pat. What? Another gun-slinging perp? BFD!
One reason I moved into this house is that my previous home was just about four or five lots down the street from Conduit of Blight Blvd. In addition to carrying all sorts of drama to our doorsteps, that thing was (still is) very noisy. So much so, you couldn’t leave a window open, security screen or no security screen. The present Funny Farm is far enough away from CofB that we don’t hear much traffic noise or a lot of weee-uu weee-uu weee-uu from cop cars, ambulances, and fire engines.
But…the crime rate, one has to admit, seems to be increasing. A few months ago, the kids arriving at the grade school across the street had to step around a dead body laying on the sidewalk to get onto the campus.
Now, if I had a kid, we would be sooooo gone after a performance like that…
But I don’t have a kid. I have a dog and a pistol. So we’re still here.
So far…