Desperate for a job, Tommy Boy has become a wheeler and dealer in dumpster goods. This has secured his living quarters for the past couple of years. After studying the habits of four different grocery stores, he knows when they throw out their produce, meat, floral, bakery, dairy products, frozen goods and anything else a grocery store throws away. He’s “Johnny on the Spot” using Nancy’s car to haul the “goods” home the minute they hit the dumpster.
To accommodate all the food Tommy Boy brings home, Nancy has a freezer and a refrigerator in her living room, a refrigerator in the garage and one in her kitchen. The food was pouring in and the system was working, keeping Nancy and other family members well stocked until... Tommy Boy apparently started needing drug money. He slowed way down on the amount of goods he was bringing home. Nancy is sure that he’s selling his loot to the less fortunate and keeping the money for himself. Using Nancy’s vehicle and gas for his little side jobs doesn’t fare well with her.
To show Tommy Boy who is in control, Nancy has grounded him. Since he has spare keys to her car and her truck, she parked the truck at someone's house and left the car at a repair shop. She said she had to go and BUY another clunker just to keep him from having transportation. She even sleeps with the keys so he can’t sneak and duplicate them, like he did the other keys. She told M that, "The cops want his butt real bad and I'll do anything to further their cause."
In her frustration, Nancy’s been seeking advice from another ex-con, Mr. Burb. He and Tommy Boy seem to have some past associations. Mr. Burb warned her to keep an eye on Tommy Boy. M told Nancy that the warning is like “the pot calling the kettle black!” Nancy replied, “You know you have to be careful when the likes of someone like Mr. Burb tells you to be watching out for someone like Tommy Boy.” It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Tommy Boy's History
Tommy Boy went to high school with Nancy’s son and after several years their paths crossed again. Seems this knight in shining armor showed up at her house one day riding his bike. A romance ensued and on more than one occasion, M and her husband saw them making out in the carport. That’s when M’s hubby came up with the nickname “Trick Pony” for Tommy Boy. M asked the BURNING question, “Why, oh why did they have to make out in the carport???” If you’ve got a house and nobody’s in it, what’s the point? After a whirlwind romance, Tommy Boy moved in.
The romance would have continued except for one little problem, Tommy Boy’s roving hands. They took him in other directions. One day while pedaling his bike, he came upon an unattended vehicle that had a purse in it. Unable to resist the temptation, he snagged the purse and fled on his bike. While the police were trying to pin the crime on him, he was caught hiding a wallet he had stolen in the produce section at Wal-Mart. It turned out that he had been going to different stores, taking wallets out of purses, stealing the money and throwing the wallets wherever.
Long story short, Tommy Boy ended up serving time in the slammer for about three years. Nancy sent him letters everyday and even read part of one of his letters to M. M said this was a little too much info for her. Upon his release, Tommy moved back in with Nancy. After a few failed attempts at employment, he became self employed, so to speak. One of his little business ventures involved selling a bottle of prescription drugs to Thelma. Only she thought they were drugs. She was duped by the con. He had sold her vitamins. Thelma was flaming mad and there was nothing she could do about it. How could she call the cops and report that the illegal drugs she purchased were vitamins?
Just recently Thelma’s house was burglarized and it seemed the burglar knew exactly where everything of any value was located. She is pretty sure that Tommy Boy was the cat burglar, but there were no finger prints and not enough evidence to prove it. Maybe this was another little business venture of his?
Nancy told M that two weeks ago, someone stole one of her credit cards out of her house. Wonder who could have done such a thing? There were over $200 worth of charges in one day on the card. She was going to notify the cops, but she just hasn’t had the time. Could this be denial? Nancy has resorted to keeping her purse locked in the trunk of the only car Tommy Boy doesn’t have keys to.
The romance would have continued except for one little problem, Tommy Boy’s roving hands. They took him in other directions. One day while pedaling his bike, he came upon an unattended vehicle that had a purse in it. Unable to resist the temptation, he snagged the purse and fled on his bike. While the police were trying to pin the crime on him, he was caught hiding a wallet he had stolen in the produce section at Wal-Mart. It turned out that he had been going to different stores, taking wallets out of purses, stealing the money and throwing the wallets wherever.
Long story short, Tommy Boy ended up serving time in the slammer for about three years. Nancy sent him letters everyday and even read part of one of his letters to M. M said this was a little too much info for her. Upon his release, Tommy moved back in with Nancy. After a few failed attempts at employment, he became self employed, so to speak. One of his little business ventures involved selling a bottle of prescription drugs to Thelma. Only she thought they were drugs. She was duped by the con. He had sold her vitamins. Thelma was flaming mad and there was nothing she could do about it. How could she call the cops and report that the illegal drugs she purchased were vitamins?
Just recently Thelma’s house was burglarized and it seemed the burglar knew exactly where everything of any value was located. She is pretty sure that Tommy Boy was the cat burglar, but there were no finger prints and not enough evidence to prove it. Maybe this was another little business venture of his?
Nancy told M that two weeks ago, someone stole one of her credit cards out of her house. Wonder who could have done such a thing? There were over $200 worth of charges in one day on the card. She was going to notify the cops, but she just hasn’t had the time. Could this be denial? Nancy has resorted to keeping her purse locked in the trunk of the only car Tommy Boy doesn’t have keys to.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Smitty
While shopping at the local discount store this morning, I heard a voice behind me say, "Well, good morning young lady?" I was almost afraid to turn around. If you knew my age, you would understand the craziness of the comment.Standing behind me was none other than Smitty himself, smiling as he always does. (I told M that he reminds me of a cheshire cat. She describes him as the cat that swallowed the canary. Either way, you get the picture.) I asked "the cat" what he had been up to since nobody's seen him in a month of Sundays. He has been working for the Council on Aging delivering meals to shut-ins. I asked Helga about this and he hasn’t been to her house making any deliveries. It is a relief for her that she’s not on his route.
Smitty also told me that he’s got other odd jobs, but none pay very much. It makes him feel good, though, to bring some sunshine into the lives of the elderly folks. He kids with them, prays with them and even played Santa Claus at Christmas for them. Or rather some of them. One lady who is somewhat younger than the other women told him there was no way she was going to sit on his lap. His response was that everyone has to sit on Santa's lap and she flat out told him, “No way, you're just too young!!!” I’m thinking he got the Santa Claus job because he was the only one who didn’t need padding for the suit, he's still young enough to bounce someone on his knee and he smiles a lot. Eeewww....
I was still reeling from the stuff he had already told me and it only got more interesting from there. He was running his mouth a mile a minute, and smiling as he led into a conversation about a delivery to one of the elderly ladies on his route. The conversation was about him giving some little old lady a neck and shoulder massage and how much she enjoyed it. No one had done anything like that since “she couldn’t remember when.” Bet not!
Helga has known Smitty for 20 years or more. She used to hunker down and hide if she saw him in Winn-Dixie. He would yell her name across the store and then come up and give her a big bear hug. You can bet your bottom dollar that if Smitty sees you from a distance he’s going to yell your name and make sure you see him whether you want to or not. M and I have both been known to hide a few times when Smitty has been on the prowl.
When we first moved to the neighborhood, Smitty had a small patio table and two chairs perched on top of his roof. He says it gives him the perfect view for watching fireworks on Memorial Day. He and his friends like to sit on the roof, relax and drink a beer or two or three or four, and so on and so on. They used a ladder to get up and down, but after a while got bored with the ladder and tried doing it the Tarzan way. They would jump off the roof, grab hold of a branch and swing to the ground. It worked until one of the Tarzan wannabes missed and landed flat on the ground. Thankfully he wasn't seriously injured, but after that there wasn't any more monkeying around.
Smitty also told me that he’s got other odd jobs, but none pay very much. It makes him feel good, though, to bring some sunshine into the lives of the elderly folks. He kids with them, prays with them and even played Santa Claus at Christmas for them. Or rather some of them. One lady who is somewhat younger than the other women told him there was no way she was going to sit on his lap. His response was that everyone has to sit on Santa's lap and she flat out told him, “No way, you're just too young!!!” I’m thinking he got the Santa Claus job because he was the only one who didn’t need padding for the suit, he's still young enough to bounce someone on his knee and he smiles a lot. Eeewww....
I was still reeling from the stuff he had already told me and it only got more interesting from there. He was running his mouth a mile a minute, and smiling as he led into a conversation about a delivery to one of the elderly ladies on his route. The conversation was about him giving some little old lady a neck and shoulder massage and how much she enjoyed it. No one had done anything like that since “she couldn’t remember when.” Bet not!
Helga has known Smitty for 20 years or more. She used to hunker down and hide if she saw him in Winn-Dixie. He would yell her name across the store and then come up and give her a big bear hug. You can bet your bottom dollar that if Smitty sees you from a distance he’s going to yell your name and make sure you see him whether you want to or not. M and I have both been known to hide a few times when Smitty has been on the prowl.
When we first moved to the neighborhood, Smitty had a small patio table and two chairs perched on top of his roof. He says it gives him the perfect view for watching fireworks on Memorial Day. He and his friends like to sit on the roof, relax and drink a beer or two or three or four, and so on and so on. They used a ladder to get up and down, but after a while got bored with the ladder and tried doing it the Tarzan way. They would jump off the roof, grab hold of a branch and swing to the ground. It worked until one of the Tarzan wannabes missed and landed flat on the ground. Thankfully he wasn't seriously injured, but after that there wasn't any more monkeying around.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Chico and His Men
It seems the Mexicans like to target practice with their pistols behind their house. I’ll always remember the time they happened to use an aerosol can for one of their targets. When the bullet hit the can, the ____ hit the fan! It exploded with a terrible bang and caught the grass on fire. You could see smoke billowing over the house tops.
My dog, Cleo, and I were out for a walk when the chaos happened. Neighbors and pets were running everywhere. Even poor Cleo was "movin it" in spite of her arthritic joints. KC came running up the street wearing a wife beater tank top with no bra on and barefoot. You would have had to have seen it to have believed it. She was screaming as she ran, and almost collided with Joe Cool amidst the blaring of the fire truck.
And then there was the other fire incident. The stench and smoke was so bad I called Helga to see if she knew what the hey was going on. Through process of elimination, we figured out the Mexicans were at it again. This time they were burning leaves in their side yard, on a day when the wind was blowing so fierce, there was a burn ban in effect. The fire started spreading and Thelma's house was in it’s path. Her crew sprang into action, running outside to move their bicycles from the impending doom. God forbid, they could not lose their only mode of transportation. The situation was so dangerous the Fire Department had to make a second call to the house on the corner.
My dog, Cleo, and I were out for a walk when the chaos happened. Neighbors and pets were running everywhere. Even poor Cleo was "movin it" in spite of her arthritic joints. KC came running up the street wearing a wife beater tank top with no bra on and barefoot. You would have had to have seen it to have believed it. She was screaming as she ran, and almost collided with Joe Cool amidst the blaring of the fire truck.
And then there was the other fire incident. The stench and smoke was so bad I called Helga to see if she knew what the hey was going on. Through process of elimination, we figured out the Mexicans were at it again. This time they were burning leaves in their side yard, on a day when the wind was blowing so fierce, there was a burn ban in effect. The fire started spreading and Thelma's house was in it’s path. Her crew sprang into action, running outside to move their bicycles from the impending doom. God forbid, they could not lose their only mode of transportation. The situation was so dangerous the Fire Department had to make a second call to the house on the corner.
Friday, January 15, 2010
“Cast of Characters” continued
Saturn Man - One day last summer I noticed a Saturn SUV drive up to the back of the medical office across the street. An older guy got out of the vehicle, walked to the back door and returned with a bag in his hand. When he reached the end of the driveway, he stopped his vehicle, lifted up the lid of three different garbage cans, peered inside and then went on his merry way.
My curiosity was getting the best of me and I made a point to watch the following day. Sure enough he came back and has been coming back every Monday through Friday since. I’ve noticed Saturn Man’s routine varies from day to day. Sometimes he has a bag in his hand and sometimes he doesn’t. Some days he retrieves something from the garbage and other days he leaves empty handed.
Since the P.D. has suggested we report any suspicious activity, I thought I would do my civic duty and alert them about Saturn Man. A guy rifling through garbage cans at a medical complex, randomly leaving with ____ (who knows what) sure seems suspicious to me. The P.D. sent an officer to my house. After hearing the details, he asked me to get the Saturn’s tag number. I called it into their office and I’ve yet to hear back from the officer. Oh yeah, did I mention this happened last summer? I no longer see the jewel-toned Saturn, but that doesn’t bring me comfort. In its place is a white pick up truck. Same driver, same habits. Hmmm...
The Mexicans - Mr. Man (A.K.A my husband) refers to them as “Chico and his Men.” Very friendly and nice, there are three generations living in this house on the corner. The older two generations seem to be quiet, but the younger generation is a lively bunch. The grand matriarch barely speaks English, but she said enough to convey the message that she just does not know what she is going to do with those boys! My guess is that they are still under the illusion that they are living across the border!
Emma - Through a casual conversation over a fence five years ago, I met M and we've been friends ever since. Some people are fair-weather friends, others come and go, but you keep friends like M. We bake Christmas cookies together, share recipes, garden together, shop together, swap left-overs, borrow what we need and talk a lot with each other. We look out for each other and for each other’s house. If I see someone or something suspicious going on, I call M and she does the same for me. I guess you could call us the “Street Keepers.”
My curiosity was getting the best of me and I made a point to watch the following day. Sure enough he came back and has been coming back every Monday through Friday since. I’ve noticed Saturn Man’s routine varies from day to day. Sometimes he has a bag in his hand and sometimes he doesn’t. Some days he retrieves something from the garbage and other days he leaves empty handed.
Since the P.D. has suggested we report any suspicious activity, I thought I would do my civic duty and alert them about Saturn Man. A guy rifling through garbage cans at a medical complex, randomly leaving with ____ (who knows what) sure seems suspicious to me. The P.D. sent an officer to my house. After hearing the details, he asked me to get the Saturn’s tag number. I called it into their office and I’ve yet to hear back from the officer. Oh yeah, did I mention this happened last summer? I no longer see the jewel-toned Saturn, but that doesn’t bring me comfort. In its place is a white pick up truck. Same driver, same habits. Hmmm...
The Mexicans - Mr. Man (A.K.A my husband) refers to them as “Chico and his Men.” Very friendly and nice, there are three generations living in this house on the corner. The older two generations seem to be quiet, but the younger generation is a lively bunch. The grand matriarch barely speaks English, but she said enough to convey the message that she just does not know what she is going to do with those boys! My guess is that they are still under the illusion that they are living across the border!
Emma - Through a casual conversation over a fence five years ago, I met M and we've been friends ever since. Some people are fair-weather friends, others come and go, but you keep friends like M. We bake Christmas cookies together, share recipes, garden together, shop together, swap left-overs, borrow what we need and talk a lot with each other. We look out for each other and for each other’s house. If I see someone or something suspicious going on, I call M and she does the same for me. I guess you could call us the “Street Keepers.”
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Small Town America
What has happened to small-town America? Several years ago I moved to a charming little town off the beaten path. It reminded me of where my little grandmother used to live, back in the good ole days. However, in the last couple of years I have become somewhat disillusioned. The tentacles of evil seem to have found their way into this quaint little town. Often I see shady looking people walking and riding bikes by my house, some of whom don’t seem to be from the area. The pit bull population is on the rise as well. It seems a lot of people have them and for what purpose I do not know. Protection, maybe? The little wooded area close by appears to be a hiding spot for illegal transactions. After 10 years in this little town, I’ve come to know some very interesting folks.
Cast of Characters in My Town:
KC, A.K.A. Crazy Cat Lady - This sweetie is a regular Dr. Doolittle, but with some additional quirks, such as cat hoarding. She boasts her indoor cat population to be in excess of 50. The only one allowed in her house to verify this is her friend Helga. Helga having no idea what she was getting into was roped into helping KC one morning. This poor unsuspecting soul was quoted as saying, “Next time I have to go in that house, I’m wearing a hazmat suit!” Helga said there were cats running everywhere and it would be impossible to count them all.
Miss Dee - She happens to be a large, boisterous woman with a country attitude. And, the outside of her house? YIKES! It looks like something out of a gothic horror movie. Yep, strange things happen in Miss Dee’s house of horrors. It’s been known and documented (I even saw the obituary) that one of her “customers” expired (I’m not talking dates here, I’m talking dying, as in the real deal) on her couch. Rumor has it that he went to take a nap and never woke up. I’ll buy that one. There are comings and goings at all hours of the night over at Miss Dee’s house. We heard from the P.D. that this is being monitored by the “powers that be.” At least that’s what they said two years ago. We’re still hopeful...
Smitty - A jovial old soul who looks like a cross between Grizzly Adams and a rotund little Buddha, who happens to be friends with Miss Dee. Smitty will give you the shirt off his back, only you don’t know how clean it may or may not be. His personal hygiene leaves a lot to the imagination. He used to drive an old, huge “grocery getter” and you could hear it way before you saw him coming. It was called the “smitty” alert. Now he’s driving a quiet little compact and you never know when he’s around the corner headed at you. Seems there are always mis-fits and undesirables either living with, or hanging out at his house. The P.D. has been monitoring his house as well. Yawn...
Joe Cool - Just a good ole boy who means well, but... One day as I was walking my dog by his house I almost passed out from the vision in front of me. What to my wandering eyes should appear? There hanging in the fruit orchard was a gutted deer! Seems Joe Cool was filling up his freezer with Bambi’s mom. Joe Cool has a canine sidekick, a real howler of a dog, a fat little Beagle named Rose. Only she’s not a rose. She’s a thorn in everybody’s side with her incessant barking.
Thelma - A senior citizen whose yard looks like a little fairy garden with a white picket fence. Two vehicles in her driveway, three people living in the house and none of them have a valid driver’s license. Need I say more? So they have to pedal around town on their bicycles. Knowing the reason why they lost their driving privilege, makes one wonder how they navigate the traffic around town on their bikes. Due to Thelma’s problem she almost got sent to the “Big House,” only the judge let her go. Hmmm... never quite understood that one.
Roger Dodger - That’s his name, alcohol is his game. A slick guy who happens to be Thelma’s boyfriend, he has been known to pick on the opposite sex. Or should I say, “push, hit, knock down, beat up, etc.” the opposite sex?” Guess you get the picture. Seems the alcohol brings on his desire to beat up helpless women. Yes the P.D. knows all about Roger Dodger and has arrested him on numerous occasions. Doesn’t seem to matter. He serves a little time and history repeats itself.
Tommy Boy, A.K.A. Trick Pony - An ex-con who fancies himself as quite the Casanova. His truck reminds me of an ashtray on wheels. Tommy Boy’s greatest passion in life is “dumpster diving” and he lives by the motto, “Your trash is my cash.” He’s even been known to sell a possum or two in desperate times. How he comes by the possums is a whole other story. (Check back later for that post.) Tommy reminds me of a modern day Robin Hood. I see him all over town at all hours of the day and hear his “ashtray truck” leaving at all hours of the night. When he comes home from one of his runs, he backs his truck into the carport and quietly sneaks his loot into the house.
Miss Fancy Nancy - A kindly person who happens to be Tommy Boy’s woman. Nancy is also a hoarder. Boy, is she ever! Nancy hoards everything. If you set something by your curb, you can bet your sweet dollar that Nancy is going to snatch it up. You’ll see more food, floral arrangements and junk than you can shake a stick at, in plain view at her house. Nancy’s claim to fame is that she wants to get rid of Tommy, but can’t bring herself to let him go. You see she’s been smitten and bitten by the love bug, baby. These are mental pictures I don’t even want to think about. One has to wonder, is a love connection or the loot Tommy nets, that keeps Nancy from letting him go.
Helga - Oh my goodness what a sweet, sweet soul she is and a super sleuth if there ever was one! Most of my pertinent information comes from her and it always checks out. How does she do it? Well, back in her younger days she had a lot of connections with the P.D., lawyers, and court system, honing her investigative skills. I’ve seen pictures of her from her younger years and she was quite a “looker” in her day, a classic German beauty. She’s somewhat disabled now and not in the best of health, but is still an amazing woman and a close confidant.
The Burbs - Strange neighbors living a stone’s throw away. I call them “The Burbs” because they’re anti-social. If you ever saw that old Tom Hanks movie, “The Burbs,” you would understand my reasoning. In the movie there were dead bodies buried in the backyard, Even though my neighbors don’t look freakish like the characters in the movie, they certainly act it. Who knows what’s in their back yard? Inquiring minds want to know, or at least I do. Could it be a dead dog instead of a body??? I have hidden in the corner of my yard and listened to Mr. Burb ranting and screaming at the dog simply because he knocked over his water bowl.
Ricky - The scary dude who doesn’t look the part and that’s what makes him so scary. Looks truly can be deceiving. Ricky is a known alcoholic, has been run out of stores, is a stalker, trespasser, and seems to get his kicks from making women feel uncomfortable. Yes, Ricky has an arrest record, duh! I’ve spoken to the P.D. about him and the officer I spoke with seems to think he’s harmless since all his altercations have been minor ones. I’ve encountered him twice and I don’t consider him to be harmless. It’s just a matter of time...
The Sundown Condos - A true “house of horrors” inhabited by people doing drugs and other unscrupulous acts. I know for a fact that two people have died there under mysterious circumstances. This has to be true because not only have I read it in the newspaper, but Helga has given me first hand information. I’ve seen the P.D. over there on numerous occasions. I don’t think they’re monitoring it because it seems to be after the fact, that they’ve shown up.
To be continued...
Cast of Characters in My Town:
KC, A.K.A. Crazy Cat Lady - This sweetie is a regular Dr. Doolittle, but with some additional quirks, such as cat hoarding. She boasts her indoor cat population to be in excess of 50. The only one allowed in her house to verify this is her friend Helga. Helga having no idea what she was getting into was roped into helping KC one morning. This poor unsuspecting soul was quoted as saying, “Next time I have to go in that house, I’m wearing a hazmat suit!” Helga said there were cats running everywhere and it would be impossible to count them all.
Miss Dee - She happens to be a large, boisterous woman with a country attitude. And, the outside of her house? YIKES! It looks like something out of a gothic horror movie. Yep, strange things happen in Miss Dee’s house of horrors. It’s been known and documented (I even saw the obituary) that one of her “customers” expired (I’m not talking dates here, I’m talking dying, as in the real deal) on her couch. Rumor has it that he went to take a nap and never woke up. I’ll buy that one. There are comings and goings at all hours of the night over at Miss Dee’s house. We heard from the P.D. that this is being monitored by the “powers that be.” At least that’s what they said two years ago. We’re still hopeful...
Smitty - A jovial old soul who looks like a cross between Grizzly Adams and a rotund little Buddha, who happens to be friends with Miss Dee. Smitty will give you the shirt off his back, only you don’t know how clean it may or may not be. His personal hygiene leaves a lot to the imagination. He used to drive an old, huge “grocery getter” and you could hear it way before you saw him coming. It was called the “smitty” alert. Now he’s driving a quiet little compact and you never know when he’s around the corner headed at you. Seems there are always mis-fits and undesirables either living with, or hanging out at his house. The P.D. has been monitoring his house as well. Yawn...
Joe Cool - Just a good ole boy who means well, but... One day as I was walking my dog by his house I almost passed out from the vision in front of me. What to my wandering eyes should appear? There hanging in the fruit orchard was a gutted deer! Seems Joe Cool was filling up his freezer with Bambi’s mom. Joe Cool has a canine sidekick, a real howler of a dog, a fat little Beagle named Rose. Only she’s not a rose. She’s a thorn in everybody’s side with her incessant barking.
Thelma - A senior citizen whose yard looks like a little fairy garden with a white picket fence. Two vehicles in her driveway, three people living in the house and none of them have a valid driver’s license. Need I say more? So they have to pedal around town on their bicycles. Knowing the reason why they lost their driving privilege, makes one wonder how they navigate the traffic around town on their bikes. Due to Thelma’s problem she almost got sent to the “Big House,” only the judge let her go. Hmmm... never quite understood that one.
Roger Dodger - That’s his name, alcohol is his game. A slick guy who happens to be Thelma’s boyfriend, he has been known to pick on the opposite sex. Or should I say, “push, hit, knock down, beat up, etc.” the opposite sex?” Guess you get the picture. Seems the alcohol brings on his desire to beat up helpless women. Yes the P.D. knows all about Roger Dodger and has arrested him on numerous occasions. Doesn’t seem to matter. He serves a little time and history repeats itself.
Tommy Boy, A.K.A. Trick Pony - An ex-con who fancies himself as quite the Casanova. His truck reminds me of an ashtray on wheels. Tommy Boy’s greatest passion in life is “dumpster diving” and he lives by the motto, “Your trash is my cash.” He’s even been known to sell a possum or two in desperate times. How he comes by the possums is a whole other story. (Check back later for that post.) Tommy reminds me of a modern day Robin Hood. I see him all over town at all hours of the day and hear his “ashtray truck” leaving at all hours of the night. When he comes home from one of his runs, he backs his truck into the carport and quietly sneaks his loot into the house.
Miss Fancy Nancy - A kindly person who happens to be Tommy Boy’s woman. Nancy is also a hoarder. Boy, is she ever! Nancy hoards everything. If you set something by your curb, you can bet your sweet dollar that Nancy is going to snatch it up. You’ll see more food, floral arrangements and junk than you can shake a stick at, in plain view at her house. Nancy’s claim to fame is that she wants to get rid of Tommy, but can’t bring herself to let him go. You see she’s been smitten and bitten by the love bug, baby. These are mental pictures I don’t even want to think about. One has to wonder, is a love connection or the loot Tommy nets, that keeps Nancy from letting him go.
Helga - Oh my goodness what a sweet, sweet soul she is and a super sleuth if there ever was one! Most of my pertinent information comes from her and it always checks out. How does she do it? Well, back in her younger days she had a lot of connections with the P.D., lawyers, and court system, honing her investigative skills. I’ve seen pictures of her from her younger years and she was quite a “looker” in her day, a classic German beauty. She’s somewhat disabled now and not in the best of health, but is still an amazing woman and a close confidant.
The Burbs - Strange neighbors living a stone’s throw away. I call them “The Burbs” because they’re anti-social. If you ever saw that old Tom Hanks movie, “The Burbs,” you would understand my reasoning. In the movie there were dead bodies buried in the backyard, Even though my neighbors don’t look freakish like the characters in the movie, they certainly act it. Who knows what’s in their back yard? Inquiring minds want to know, or at least I do. Could it be a dead dog instead of a body??? I have hidden in the corner of my yard and listened to Mr. Burb ranting and screaming at the dog simply because he knocked over his water bowl.
Ricky - The scary dude who doesn’t look the part and that’s what makes him so scary. Looks truly can be deceiving. Ricky is a known alcoholic, has been run out of stores, is a stalker, trespasser, and seems to get his kicks from making women feel uncomfortable. Yes, Ricky has an arrest record, duh! I’ve spoken to the P.D. about him and the officer I spoke with seems to think he’s harmless since all his altercations have been minor ones. I’ve encountered him twice and I don’t consider him to be harmless. It’s just a matter of time...
The Sundown Condos - A true “house of horrors” inhabited by people doing drugs and other unscrupulous acts. I know for a fact that two people have died there under mysterious circumstances. This has to be true because not only have I read it in the newspaper, but Helga has given me first hand information. I’ve seen the P.D. over there on numerous occasions. I don’t think they’re monitoring it because it seems to be after the fact, that they’ve shown up.
To be continued...
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