Some neighbors are going to come home tonight to find their cars have been totalled by some local punks who were driving (what we can only begin to guess was) a stolen car. This afternoon we heard a huge car crash. Henry dashed outside to take a look and by the time we got halfway down the block to where the crash had taken place, half the neighborhood was out trying to figure out what was going on. Several people said they saw three guys running up the street, away from the car, obviously trying to make a break for it. They had been driving their car up the street from the Lake, blew through the stop sign at our intersection, hit a bump in the road and spun out, doing a 180, and taking out a couple of cars parked on the street. One of them, and SUV, was somehow pushed up on to the sidewalk and partway into the yard of the house that we think is owned by the local catholic parish. Its back hatch had flown open and the front end was completely demolished. The stolen car looked like it had been totalled. The airbags went off and the back window was blown out. It was a total mess.
The cops came and sealed off our block because someone said that they saw the kids run off to the next street over, that one had a gun, and they were hiding in the bushes in front of another house. (This was my cue to take Hank back inside). Helicopters circled for a good hour.
Henry just went out to try to get some pictures, and said that the owner of the SUV was there, trying to clean up his stuff, and the cops were still out, and they said that they hadn't been able to find the car thieves.
Ahh, the excitement... when are we moving to the suburbs, again?
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