Bad Boys Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do?

Our quiet little community has seen it's fair share of drama in the last few weeks.

The first incidence happened when someone reported seeing something suspicious at the bank. Following is a direct quote from the newspaper detailing what happened. (Really. I promise.)


"...when police arrived, they saw what they thought was the outline of a person in a "secluded area'' of the bank and later requested assistance from the county SWAT team, which evacuated three nearby apartment buildings as a precaution.Meanwhile, authorities used bullhorns and made telephone calls in a bid to make contact with whoever might be in the bank. After repeatedly failing to get a response, the SWAT team, using a key provided by a bank employee, entered the building shortly after 10 p.m. and soon discovered the cardboard figure."

So, it was a little over-reaction to a cardboard advertisement, but I'm happy that they're eager to keep us safe. Which brings me to the second incident.


Yesterday, a convict escaped from a work release program less than 2 miles from our house. After finding his prison suit on the grounds of the elementary school, all schools went into lockdown mode. Of course, this sent our peaceful little town into a tizzy. Fifty police (that would be about 48 state police in addition to our local force) swarmed the area. The rest of us hid inside behind our locked doors. At one point I was sure I had spotted him hiding behind the neighbor's woodpile, and even had the phone in my hand, until I realized it was only a covering blowing in the wind. Glad I didn't make that call.

As of now, they still haven't caught the guy. But I would hope that a dimwit who would choose to ditch his clothes and make a run for it in the middle of an ice storm wouldn't be able to allude the good guys for too long. Even a cardboard figure has more brains than that.