tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post7659324182998877884..comments2024-01-05T05:25:08.038-06:00Comments on Stumbling Towards Perfect: Welcome to my neighborhood: where the police are plenty and the drug paraphernalia abounds!Bridget McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15989230513113751517noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-83634748922252570052011-02-26T12:27:27.171-06:002011-02-26T12:27:27.171-06:00Goodness gracious how do you sleep? I guess I hav...Goodness gracious how do you sleep? I guess I have lived in too safe a place for all my life. My daughter however lived for 3 months in an awful neighborhood where gunfire was not unusual to hear at night (or day). I tried very hard to not want to go bring her home to the safety of her room but I couldn't do that. I could only ask her please, please be very careful. And my prayers were granted when the boyfriend turned into a turnip (as I knew he was) and she left him. Now she is in the heart of L.A. where she often tells me of what she sees on the streets and I once again pray for her safety.<br /><br />Did I really write this much? It's just you stirred me up.Ellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00912709342270151365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-48800218005220343462011-02-26T09:35:20.708-06:002011-02-26T09:35:20.708-06:00Have you ever considered a job in criminal investi...Have you ever considered a job in criminal investigation? :) It's nice to have stories like this to tell your children. <br />Our neighborhood is not "upper crust". I mean, our neighbor has used appliances sitting in his yard... but there are no ordinances by golly! If I want to put a plastic butterfly on the side of my house (don't worry, I don't), no one can say a word! Word.Johihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03705411427266618847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-81451370452486319002011-02-26T06:54:22.622-06:002011-02-26T06:54:22.622-06:00Ah, memories. One time while I was out of town Ry...Ah, memories. One time while I was out of town Ryan called me to tell me the SWAT team was down the street and that he'd seen our house on the news. We didn't have kids in that house, thank goodness. But we did in the next house. I'll never forget the time I had to rock Charlie back to sleep after a drunk nineteen year old crashed his Tahoe into the apartment building at the end of our block. I live in a more white-collar crime neighborhood now. So much quieter.Beccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05156777853779141522noreply@blogger.com