|Saluting our law enforcement today for sure!|
In the early days of moving to the cottage on the busy corner, now known as Muse Cottage, located in a big city, and in a very mixed and diverse collection of people, I voiced my unease of moving to such a place. In recent months, I have settled in, and shared about "blooming where I was planted" . I had become very used to the traffic, something I never thought I would have happen, I do not even need ear plugs now when I sleep. I had gotten used to and accepted the different walks of life that passed by my cottage all day long, and actually no longer feel any unease, that is until I woke up this morning.
I awoke after another very rough night of being up due to pain associated with an infection I have that has yet to go away, and found my husband standing at the bedroom window. I asked him what was going on and he said that he had been awoken shortly after 7 a.m. to a loud "BOOM" , thinking there was another car accident at our busy corner he jumped out of bed and opened the blinds only to see the SWAT team with a battering ram walking away from a now very open front door of our neighbors across the street. He said the street had been blocked off and there was now a half dozen or more un-marked cars along the side of the street and blocking our drive way. The neighbors were all out and watching what was going on, among many Sheriffs, SWAT agents with large guns strapped to their chests on top of their bullet proof vests. No one that lived in the house, or the trailer in the back yard could be seen, and as time progressed, the K9 unit was brought in and cars were being ransacked. Eventually, the owner of the home, who actually lives in the trailer in back, was brought out and questioned by a Sheriff, then taken back inside. Eventually the news stations began to arrive, and milled about, questioning the Sheriffs department as well the neighbors and that included myself ( awhile later) , who was sitting on the porch, sitting in my comfy pink robe, snapping pictures and drinking my tea... thank goodness I combed my hair!
As time progressed and the SWAT team left, the Sheriffs were well outside the fence line, and a bomb squad was sent in... apparently though the original reason for the raid was for narcotics, a suspicious package was found and it was determined it would be blown up in a hole in the ground. I knew this because one of the reporters at the scene was reporting live and I had the news on . After another loud "BOOM" , obviously from the "device" that was found in the box, which later turned out to be a grenade, purchased some time ago by the home owner, the news reporter as I mentioned came over to interview me, then headed back to the house and to film the "explosion" site and to do some more interviews. They eventually left and bizarrely they brought back the 6 arrested residents, including the son of the people I know where living in the home. The men where still zip tied with their hands behind their backs, and the two women were sat beside them on a bench in the yard; prior to that they had sent the young child off with a friend/family member... my heart broke knowing this child had been living in this situation, and now had witnessed his parents and other familiar adults being taken away, and being separated from them in near hysterics.
Hours had passed, and one by one the detained had been questioned separately, Sheriffs came and went, and so much time had passed, a couple of officers came bearing several Little Caesars pizzas and drinks for the Sheriffs all to eat, while the detained were returned to the bench. The CSI unit left, the K9 unit had left, and now, after about 5 plus hours the Sheriff's re-loaded the detained, but not all of them, at least one of the two women were left behind, freed from custody. The rest of the Sheriffs left, and soon all was quiet, seemingly back to normal. The birds were singing, the neighbors went back inside, and passer bys were none the wiser as to what had occurred. Nerves calmed, and finally the day could get back on track... but the feelings of unease continue. What would be the aftermath? Would they come back? Carry on as normal? Would the house soon be vacant and then what? How would it effect the neighborhood?
What happened, well the way it happened was indeed a surprise, but the reason, the original reason, narcotics was sadly, not. I told that to the news reporter as did one of the other locals that was interviewed. The neighborhood sadly has that element to it , and after observing the comings and goings at the house across the street, I always suspected something was going on that was not on the up and up. It really has made me think, and question how observant and knowing are we of our surroundings and our environment that we live in? Do we put blinders on? Do we become complacent? Do we live in our own little bubble so much now a days, heads down, that we do not see or know what is happening right next door behind closed doors; perhaps right under our noses... even if we saw suspicious goings ons, as I did, and I am sure other neighbors suspected, would we ignore it, and look the other way?? Considering on the news this week was the story of the three young women being rescued from their kidnappers after ten years of captivity and the neighbors stating they had no idea, no inkling. Maybe, just maybe, we all need to be more aware of what is going on, keeping a watchful and protective eye over our neighborhood; watch out for one another. Perhaps we should even do something , even if anonymously , to report or change it and in doing so, in being aware, find some comfort in it, knowing we are protecting and making the neighborhoods we all call home, a safer place to live... or at least try to find a way to not feel uneasy about where we reside.
|Part of the SWAT team head around back after the street is closed off.|
|The SWAT truck parked on the side drive must have been quite|
the distraction to the morning commuters.
|SWAT stands guard|
|Once the coast was cleared and the suspects detained the SWAT|
left, but many Sheriff department officers were left behind.
|The home owner was questioned separately from the other people|
who reside on the property.
|Soon, the rest of the detained were brought out to wait for the|
transport van that was soon to arrive. Our neighbor comforting her
son, who must have been so very frightened in seeing all the
adults in his life, including his father in zip tie cuffs.
|The van arrived and they were all loaded up, including the child.|
|Soon Sean from our local News Ch. 13 arrived, and the cameras were set up.|
|Filming and interviews begun to take place to report what was going on.|
|Soon everyone was told to stand back, and keep the area clear,|
they had decided to blow up the suspicious package on the spot.
The bomb squad was called in and now in the back yard digging
a whole in preparation to do just that.
|Evidence was loaded up, gathered from the home and the surrounding|
dwellings and cars on the property.
|Watching it on the news as it happened.|
|The bomb squad done with their task and evidence being collected.|
|Meanwhile the suspects had been brought back, and were being|
questioned one by one.
|Being interviewed on my front porch over tea, I had yet to get|
dressed, but at least I brushed my hair!
|From this, SWAT, Sheriff officers, and the Bomb squad "crawling" all over|
the property in question.....
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