I’d suspected something was amiss for a while
but until I heard the knock on the door I looked the other way like
It was Saturday and there was a neighbor lady standing there. She held a piece of paper in her hand.
“Do you know what’s happened?”
Bruno was going crazy, yowling and lunging at the screen door with the full force of that giant
head of his, 60 pounds of pit bull/shar-pei fury. Damn, I wish my wife
had never taken him in from the bushes just because she thought he’d
“Shut up, Bruno,” I yelled to no avail.
The woman was unfazed.
know that house they turned into a board-and-care facility five, six
years ago. The one at the corner? It’s been converted into three
apartments with kitchens and baths. It’s illegal. Did you see who’s
moving in? We can’t get the city to do anything .”
I perked up.
This was my beat. I stepped outside, yelled at Bruno one more time and
said: “You’ve knocked on the right door, ma’m. My name is Ron. Maybe I
She and another lady were going door to door with
petitions. They’d been trying for months. It’s an illegal conversion.
It’s got to be stopped.
I got the picture clear enough. Our
tract of modest bungalows on the Valley floor was threatened. Quiet streets,
no through traffic, no crime, nice people. The only time we see a cop
is when our next door neighbor comes by.
“I’m busy,” I told her. “We’ll talk.”
To be continued….