I witnessed my first live drug bust today. I was on the phone with my sister when I looked out the kitchen window to see a man in the process of being handcuffed. My response? “Hey, Maddie, come in here fast!” Yep, training them up in the way they should go (or in this case, the way they shouldn’t go), that’s me!
We saw the cuffs, we saw him being put in the patrol car, we saw the officer pull a stash-in-a-bag out of the man’s car, and then watched as a tow truck arrived to impound the car. A real live COPS right in front of my house.
Sure hope no policemen decide to take a peek in my vehicle. I don’t have drugs in there, but my van could very well be impounded for unidentifiable substances. Might be me getting my photo taken by a neighbor next time…
Half-Pint House 
Megan:
Hi, I found your blog. How are you guys and the new house? I’m your old neigbor on Litzsinger. Heidi misses Katie. Anyway, could you send me your personal email? I have a question for you.
Thanks,
Toni
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A helpful phrase for city-dwellers has been developed by me and my neighbors: It’s not rubber-necking if you’re on your front porch.
Also, I’ve got the police non-emergency line memorized. It’s come in handy more than once.
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Sort of like two weeks ago with M9 picked up a full bottle of yellow “tea” at the now-closed school playground nearby. Had to make her leave it (she wanted to take it home to dispose of it), then explain what was inside it and make sure we went right home for her to scrub up.
Nice.
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Yeah. . . we did our before-playing check of the playground when we lived in the city — looking for used needles and broken glass. Taught the kids what to look for, how to stop and get mommy. . . Only had to deal with used needles twice. The first time I freaked out, the second time just made sure no one went near it.
Though, other than telling them not to touch them and kicking them out of the way, I didn’t explain much about the dirty “balloons” on the sidewalks.
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