I had the day off, got up early to roto-til the garden, pull weeds, throw
junk into the back of the truck to take to the dump, basically spend the
sunny day doing stuff around the outside of the house.
Now my truck is at the back of my property, on my land. I have my back fence
gate open to carry stuff to the truck. I'm covered in dirt and planting
seeds in the garden when I notice this woman standing behind my truck
writing down my license number. I stand up and she goes to her house. Her
property abuts mine. I've never seen her before. I continue what I'm doing,
finish, put the tools away, clean up, and then close my gate and drive my
truck to the front of my house.
I'm in the shower when the doorbell rings, and I hear knocking. I dismiss
it, I'm in the shower and the only reason I'd get out was if the house was
on fire.
Twenty minutes later I'm dressed and ready for a night out when again there
is the doorbell and knocking. I open the door and there is Officer Friendly.
(He was very polite.) He says he has a citation for me for TRESSPASSING. I
made a joke and we laughed and we talked about it and finally went to the
back of my land and sure enough the tire tracks prove I was about a foot on
my neighbors land. I'm being polite and trying to think of a nice way to
tell him where he can put the citation.
He fills me in and says that from day one when the neighbor moved in, more
than a year ago, she has been calling the police about troubles great and
small. Since this was the first time he had talked to me about her (he was
the 'special officer' who dealt with her calls) then either this was the
first time I had come to her notice, or just hadn't done anything wrong. He
waved the citation as long as I agreed to 'stay off' her property.
I was in way too good a mood to worry about it earlier this evening but now
that I'm home, without companionship, I've had some time to stew and the
soup isn't plesant. Oh well maybe a good nights sleep will make me feel
better.
Kevin Tarr
Trump high, lead low
