Wednesday, July 28, 2010

 

Under Attack in Arapahoe County

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Returning to last week's account of my first encounter with the Arapahoe County Criminal Justice System, the incident with the BB gun was only one of several strange 'happenings' (tap above me). When we first moved in we immediately noticed that somebody had 'walked across the floor of our garage' leaving his footprints in the wet cement. Irritating. We could probably have had the builders replace the cement floor for free, but decided not to complain. Then there was the previously mentioned cop incident, as a result of which we built a fence. Then we planted a lawn. At the first green blush of grass, the girl next door 'fell on the ground' next to our front entrance, causing fairly deep indentations in the soft moist dirt. The family was Jewish, I would learn much later. The grown grass eventually covered the disfigurement. No problem, but it was irritating at the time. Around that time some 'ass hole' drove his car up onto our newly flowering front lawn and did a 360 on it, further disfiguring the new lawn. The marks eventually disappeared under the lush green grass, but were very irritating at the time. Soon after I bought my 10 inch reflector telescope and built my 'roll-off' observatory in the back yard, the County built a street lamp virtually in our front yard! Very irritating. We made them mask off the parts which illuminated our house, but the 'light pollution' destroyed our dark sky. The dark sky was further destroyed by neighbors in the condos beyond our back fence positioning bright lights such that shined directly into our back yard, illuminating the 'observatory.' It seemed that we were under attack. Why? I eventually complained to the condo occupants to no avail. They were also Jewish, by the way. Eventually the phone began ringing. When we answered, nobody would be there. We began disconnecting the phone at night. And by that time we were doing Acid! Yes! OMG!
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