my neighborhood

well, my neighbor has moved out, so i don't have neighbor stories to tell (although only slightly less colorful characters have moved in). fortunately, the neighborhood continues to provide fodder for story telling.

about ten minutes ago, madeleine was begging to go outside, so i put on her shoes and madeleine, rachel (who i was watching), and i went outside. just as i got out the door, i heard screaming (sadly, this happens about once a week in our neighborhood), so i ran out to the sidewalk to see if i could see anything. have to be a good witness if needed, you know (this is what a year in the court system will do to you). i didn't see anything though, so we went back to playing in the front yard.

about a minute later, i looked down the sidewalk and a man was walking toward us and all of a sudden two cop cars speed down the street and pull in right next to him (strategically, as they would no doubt have learned to do at p.o.s.t.), about forty feet away. at this point, my motherly protective instincts overrode my legal instincts to be a good witness and i hauled madeleine and rachel inside. madeleine seemed confused and was not very happy. afterall, we had just barely gone outside.

of course, i still watched the whole thing go down from my front window. after some questioning and waiting for some radio communication (which i couldn't hear, sadly), the subject was finally terry frisked (p.o.s.t./law terminology, it's cool) and taken into custody.

life returns to normal on 100 south in provo.