Cop Copter overhead to the north, circling angrily…
BANG! BANGBANG!
Some a$$hole shooting at him,
Herd the dog inside, follow her in. Shut off the exterior house lights.
Bathe as fast as I can scrub my li’l self. Dry off. Dart into the bed.
Cop is still circling to the northwest, though a further distance away.
And…his copter motor racket fades…he’s sailing off. Thank gawd!
One more gunshot. And now: silence.
WHAT….
A…..
PLACE…..
And NO, Sun City isn’t one whit better than lovely uptown Phoenix.
Our problem, I fear, is NOT that we’re in the slums of west Phoenix…NOT that we’re dodging bullets in south Phoenix, NOT that we’re trying to look inconspicuous north of the canal, but… Yeah: that we reside in the city of Phoenix.
Horrible.
Went back and looked at those houses over by the canal, on the east side of ritzy Central Avenue.
Uhh…. huh uh! A dirt path runs behind that little tract of houses, right between their back wall and the canal bank. A perfect trail for every burglar, rapist, and lunatic in North Phoenix.
So…heh…we won’t be looking at that real estate.
Seriously: if Sun City weren’t an hour’s drive away from M’hijito’s house — if it weren’t bathed in the atmosphere of the mausoleum — I would have followed SDXB out there the minute he sold his house and moved westerly, ever westerly.
But I just can’t stand the place. Hated living there when I was stuck out there with my parents. And I sure don’t want to repeat that act. Ugh!
If you wanna live in peace and quiet, d-o-o-n’t retire to Phoenix!!!