I promised Tiffany King that I'd write a brilliantly funny, insightful and absolutely true pieces about Farmville (actually pronounced Fahm-vuhl, say it with me Fahm-vuhl, it's almost musical!). But, in actuality, I was very depressed until just a little while ago.
Directly below is the neighbor who lives to the right of us if you face my house from the street. He and his family are from El Salvador. He's 17 years old, and he is always working on his car. He goes to high school, gets good grades, and works after school at Toys are Us. He is soft spoken, always polite, speaks excellent English, and Spanish. He is the only one in his house who is multi-lingual.
At about 12:30 AM Saturday morning, the Police Department came knocking at the door, wanting to know if we had heard anything. We had been watching TV and talking, being old married people, it wasn't time yet for the wild sex. It was a good thing we had waited as it turns out. There was a pole on the front lawn. They wanted to know if it belonged to us. We had never seen it before.
We naturally asked what was going on. It turns out, our next door neighbor the quiet spoken teenager is also a local gang member. The Police believe there was a 'misunderstanding' with another rival gang member and the difference was settled in a knife fight ending with our next door neighbor being stabbed in the stomach
Upon being taken to the hospital, the same hospital that saved my life last year around the same time, my neighbor decided not to cooperate with the police. So the Police were knocking on my door at 12:30 AM to collect evidence from my front year to see if it was a crime scene. I offered them coffee, I offered the officer with the K9 dog water or the dog, and told the Officer in charge that I/we would cooperate completely and that we were on their side, just so they were absolutely clear on the matter. The Police told us that we had nothing to worry about, the gangs kept the violence to themselves as they knew that the public would turn on them otherwise. What bothered me was the length of time I had talked to this kid about getting an education and succeeding in America. I had absolutely no idea he even had the time to be involved in a gang. Talk about feeling out of it.
Things got worse over the weekend. Judy took a bad fall. She's OK, a little bruised, and a skinned elbow, but shook up. We are having difficulty adjusting to the fact that we moved into a farm town of 6000 people that is now a city of 100,000 with big city crime. I had told the Police that we weren't moving, we have lived in this house since August 1, 1973. This is the first time we have paused to question that decision.
Late Sunday we found out that the neighbor to the left of us, a Chinese couple, had a baby on Friday after a long labor period. Probably about the same time as the knife fight. I am looking forward to seeing the baby. Pictures are below, and where I am trying to focus at the moment, for reasons of mental health! Have a good week, I'll get to Farmville soon.