Friday, February 21, 2014
We live in a nice place.
And we love our friends.
Let me introduce you to some neighbors. Just across the street.
If you need a used tire, a car seat, a visor, a washer, dryer -- you've come to the right place. Don't let the transmission hit you on your way out.
All right. So everyone on this street has called the County numerous times. About this abandoned property. But, you know, the County is purty darned important, and has bigger fish to fry. Like, where the cars should park on Lake Street, and exactly how tall a front yard fence should be. That kind of fish. Lottsa carp.
Yesterday, early am, a whirly bird chased someone on the 400-block of Athens. A couple of blocks away. It started at 5, and was a gang-thing, allegedly.
My first thought was to worry, about the property across the street. Where lights flicker late at night, in an abandoned house that should have no electric feed whatsoever. My second thought was: go back to sleep. I've got an 80-pound dog that can kick ass and take names.
Well, Albert can't really take names, seeing as he can't print yet. Still, if I were you, I'd bet on him. He's a black lab, but golden.