Yesterday I assumed my position on the porch swing. Around mid afternoon Ruthie was at Wal-Mart, Logan was across town doing a large lawn job and JR was inside creating yet another art masterpiece.
I heard the sound of a kicker box thumping coming towards me. It was an old beat up light gray Honda Civic occupied by four young people from south of the border. They crept up the street at 5mph. I thought it odd.
20 minutes later they came back crawling at the same speed. My spidey sense went off. I believe they were casing the neighborhood for open garage doors, porch packages or other targets of opportunity.
I went inside and grabbed my little pocket companion, my LCP.
30 minutes later they came back. I didn't brandish but I stood up and glared at them. They sped up and took off.
Today, an hour hour after I assumed my porch stationary and they came back. I called the police and related my experience with a description of the car and occupants.
They thanked me for my concern and said they would notify and give the description to all their patrol officers to have them identify themselves and see what they are up to.
I got a call a little while ago from the police. That spotted them, pulled them over and asked for ID. Surprise, surprise they were here illegally.
ICE, ICE baby!
