NOT THAT I want to keep pontificating on the local meth problem, but this morning was trash day in Calftown, in more ways than one.
I'm sitting outside with the dogs drinking coffee before the rain came and lo and behold, I see these guys getting out of cars down the street and approach a house. Sheryl and I have known for a long time the people who live there are up to no good - mountains of black trash bags in the backyard, cars coming and going at all hours, people acting goofy all the time.
Sure enough, it's our local law enforcement, and they haul out a guy and his mother, and away they go. They didn't search the house or stick around, so my assumption is they had warrants or indictments and were simply being picked up.
What a coincidence - their yard butts up against the folks who live at another drug house. Imagine that.
Good. See ya, neighbors. Enjoy your stay at Fifth and Vermont. It's lovely up there this time of year.
The real sad part is the fact there are a bunch of little kids roaming around the house. Kids get dropped off there all the time, not sure if it's family or a day care.
They are the real victims. My heart goes out to them.
But the neighborhood just got cleaned up on trash pickup day, and that's a good thing.
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