Over the weekend, Brad's neighborhood was mistaken for a landing strip and mine was a police zone. Returning home after my game late Saturday night, we saw 3 police cars parked in the street. Then we drove towards our house and saw cops at every corner of our neighbor's house armed with large guns and the door wide open. Fearing the worst and being at close range we decided to drive around instead of going home. I called Dan from the car, who advised us to go home and mind our own business.

The next day we learned that the door had blown open and the neighbor across the street was worried that they were being robbed so he called the cops. Sheesh.