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11/21/2005: "Neighborhood"

It seemed like there was a lot more activity in the neighborhood this morning. My street's only a block long and fairly quiet, so normally the only thing to notice at 6:30 am would be the garbage truck banging along. As I was leaving this morning, I saw a police SUV, or jeep, or whatever it is they drive. No sirens, but he stopped down the street and was talking to someone. I'm guessing he didn't follow anyone in. They were probably called out, like if your car stereo got stolen, although I haven't been familiar with anything like that since I lived in an apartment complex, lo these many years gone by. Then, as I drove away, I noticed garbage scavengers. It is garbage day, after all. The careful reader already knew that. No matter how often you might tell me that people throw out valuable stuff, it's still something someone wanted to get rid of. And you've got to go through real garbage to get to it. I can't imagine it's worth the effort. You're not going to find a Queen Anne living room set or a working Xbox in there.