NO PICS--ARE YOU CRAZY?

Dogs got me up at the usual 4:30. So out we go. I go with them now because they always find something to bark at in the morning. Actually I think our neighbor leaves their German Shepherd out all night, and she is still there at 4:30, our usual "outside" time.

So this morning was no different and I had the flashlight which has a narrow but very powerful beam. And they barked and I shushed them and we came in. Too early to eat, so back in their crates and I opened some windows to get air in before it heats up and as I am opening the front here come the Cops with their spots on, shining them on my side of the street.

And I think "Oh shit! Someone saw me with the flashlight and called in a prowler". But no, they go on a couple of doors and "knock".

Now I have once in my life been in a room when the cops "knocked" on a door due to a call. Susie and I were in Lexington, KY: at a motel that was a tiny bit seedy but close to where we wanted to be, and at 1 in the morning a drunk began pounding on the door and yelling for Crystal to come out oh please (sob) come on Crystal etc etc.

So we called the desk who called the Cops who, we think, thought we were hookers anyway, and they come and "knock". I don't know if they use their flashlights, their batons, or a battering ram, but nothing shakes a door on it's hinges quite like Cops "knocking". They wanted to come in and we let them. They found two old fat ladies clutching their jammies shut with eyes like saucers. They looked around, checked the bathroom and left. I still think they thought we were hookers, and really pathetic ones at that.

Ok so that is how they "Knocked" on the door down the street. Are you beginning to see why there are no pictures of this event? We actually live two walking blocks away but when you cross that street it is like crossing into another town altogether. Halfway down this street it begins to change into Section 8 housing: by the end of the street, it seems to be all of it. Some are lovely people and others are.....not.

I don't know if anyone came to the door but I heard no voices and the cops left.

Ok now I am a little edgy. I closed the windows again. Locked them up, laid down with Cooper and tried to sleep. No go. Wide awake now I got up and was kind of wandering around the house mumbling when I heard the loud and unmistakable sound of a large amount of glass breaking-- as if someone had been thrown through a window: then a man screaming YOU BITCH! YOU BITCH! and I saw a car peel out.

Ok enough. Called 911. They asked if it were a specific address and while I was not sure I thought that was right and said the Police had been there earlier. And back they came, two squads, vests on, hands on their guns....
The woman went to the hospital (no I do not know whether she was actually thrown through the window or not) but later I heard the quiet tink of someone picking up glass.....

Domestic violence is cross-cultural and cross-economic. I think it has less to do with many things than it does with alcohol consumption, but that is simply my opinion.
John slept through it.

Just as well.