Story of the day 11/15/2011

Sarah had a basketball game.
Actually, she had two, Varsity and Junior Varsity.
No, she did not play. She is a team manager and she had to set up and run the video camera and tear down.
My job was to drop her off and pick her up and I would like you to know that I did a very good job of it.
I managed to not get lost and only about 14 drivers passed me or honked because i was driving 41 mph is a 40 mph zone.
For some reason, they think that if I actually pay attention to the speed limit, I am doing something wrong. Since it was rather dark out, and the roads have a lot of potholes, I really don't' get this. But anyway, I picked up Ms. Sraah and we were drove home.

As we came around the curve on our street, and our street is relatively a long one, we saw cars parked along the edge of the street.
Not only is the street rather long, it starts with the 400s and goes until the 800s, but there are no curbs or sidewalks or anything urban like that. This is because it used to be a suburb.

Actually, our neighborhood was the first "open" suburb in Indianapolis. open, for those of you who are too young to remember things like this, meant that they allowed degenerates like Jews and blacks buy homes. You know, people like my family.

In the 1980's, Indianapolis had an identity crisis and decided to annex a bunch of suburbs so that it could pretend it was a lot larger than it really is. It wanted to be a "big" city.
So, they annexed out area, but didn't give us nice things like curbs, sidewalks, sewers or streetlights.
They also don't plow our street in the winter, but that is another story.

The lack of curbs means that people park up a bit on the grass, and the lack of street lights means that out neighborhood association pays for a grand total of one in the middle of our longish street, so that when you are driving home and see some dark shapes, a few cars on the side of the road and a figure standing there, you had to practically be upon them to realize, as we did this evening, that the person standing close to the street and close to the start of our yard, is one of the teenage boys who lives there ( in the house just east of ours), and the two cars before our driveway and the one just past it were police cars. None of which had their lights flashing, and none of which had their occupants out on the lawn with the young man, and none of which, as we found out a moment later, were in our house; but were, apparently busy with the neighbor's home.

Since there was no gunfire and no blood, we will wait patiently to see what the newspaper says about this, tomorrow.