I have to start out with the park. It is a beautiful park and the girls loved the swings and playground, the dogs loved the trails and being able to run free and to chase rabbits and squirrels, but the fun ended there. It was host to a number of homeless who camped out in amongst the bushes and trees. Last year a guy parked in front of our neighbor’s house and slept in his truck. Also the perverts liked to hang out. How do you know which ones are perverts? You know, the ones who hang out along an isolated trail who look like they are waiting for someone, eyes constantly scanning those who walk by. Or they walk out of the bushes and you just know. Of course there is the occasional pair of underwear laying on the ground. The park is also a hang out of a local gang. This keeps the Sheriff’s Department in our neighborhood pretty frequently, several times a week, sometimes daily. Don’t forget the people who park at the park, walk down the street, in front of our house an then over to the drug dealer’s house. Also, from time to time there is the abandoned, stolen vehicle dumped across the street.
Oh yes, the pitbulls. The neighbor’s lovely, aptly named after Tony Soprano’s wife. That freakin’ dog has been a problem since day one. There are several other pitbulls around and have done things like jumped the fence into our yard and stare at us through the back French doors.
There are more things, but I’ll leave it for another day.
