Katie called me the other night just before midnight. She’d seen someone walking near where she’s living — at the MasterSbilt shop’s apartment for the time being. Dude with a flashlight was creeping around and creeping her out!
No calvary to call in.
The Ville currently doesn’t have an on-duty police officer overnight. I guess I was the next best thing. When the lights went out in the front of the building, I told her to call her Dad. Katie has a personal protection permit and a firearm… still, it’s scary when your dogs go bat shit crazy and are on high alert — something even ole’ Dharma does on occasion.
But not today.
Tader and Jeri arrived and checked everything out. The lights are on a timer so that was a false alarm. Still, what was a dude doing walking around and where did he go? We all told Katie to call the police department the next morning and see what they could do.
There’s homeless living in the woods behind her. 😯
Not sure how many are there, but the Chief of Police told her there’s NOTHING they can do unless something is stolen or broken. I guess it’s up to the landowner to evict them. (Sorry, Katie — but you can keep them. I don’t want them out here in the woods we own.)
Of course, there are homeless people everywhere and I don’t think anyone knows what to do about it. I know there’s the Anchor House in Seymour — but not sure how that works. With the rising cost of just surviving, I’m sure the number of people down on their luck will only grow.
It’s not that I don’t care…
I know this sounds like I don’t feel awful for those that don’t have a home, but I appreciate that I own a bit of property primarily because I value my privacy. I don’t discriminate in this regard — I don’t want anyone living right next to me anymore. Not in a house and not in a tent.
Now you know: Many choking deaths happen in bathrooms. It turns out that people who start choking often feel embarrassed and rush to the bathroom for privacy, only to end up dying alone, often next to a toilet.