We moved into Chez Doors in the fall of 2002. The neighborhood was decent. It was not the best in town, but not the worst, either. It’s between Dickinson College and the high school, so we get a fair amount of traffic, but it’s not that big a deal.
Over the past year, that’s changed dramatically. Last fall, we had several fights after high school football games. I don’t mean just kids being loud. I mean actual fighting where the police had to break it up.
We’ve also had cars broken into. I lost my old laptop and my iPod. I’ll take the hit for this in that my car doors were unlocked. In retrospect, that may have saved my car from being vandalized to get to the laptop and the iPod.
My next-door neighbor recently found gang graffiti on her shed, and this isn’t the only occurrence.
This past Monday is the second-to-last straw. There was a shooting on my block. I don’t have details, and the shooting happened at the other end of the block, so I didn’t hear anything.
I don’t know what the final straw will be. All I know is that I’d like to live in a safe neighborhood that isn’t overrun by gangs, and where I don’t have to keep the phone in my hand so I can call the cops when the fighting breaks out.
Even better, I’d be ecstatic if the cops would just patrol the damn neighborhood. We live two fucking blocks from the cop shop. I’d think they could just cruise the area on their way back to the station, but apparently not.
I apologize for the lack of creative invective. Rest assured, I am seething with rage to the point where I may end up asking to speak at the next borough council meeting to find out why the cops aren’t patrolling the area, and how we can set up a neighborhood watch. I’m willing to do the work if it means a safer neighborhood.
Robin