Re: Police Question Father of Missing Florida Girl, 5

On Feb 11, 9:47 am, Poe <haun...@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Smokie Darling (Annie) wrote:
On Feb 11, 8:21 am, Poe <haun...@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Smokie Darling (Annie) wrote:

We dont' always lock our doors, even less likely to when my
stepdaughter was younger.  People didn't just walk into your home
here.  Could be, where they live, it's similar.  Neighbors looking out
for each other (generally).
Even at night? We're pretty paranoid, all locked up at night. When I was
a kid it was differnt, but these days it seems like ever other house has
a child predator in it, so the unlocked door is a red flag.

We do lock up, since I became disabled, at night, but otherwise,
before that?  Nope.  I have always had a baseball bat or golf club
right at the head of the bed, between night stand and bed, actually.
Since being broken into, in Denver, when I was sleeping (3rd floor
apartment that *was* locked up, no less), and thinking it was my cats
knocking stuff down...  Went to check, not sure who was more
frightened, the burglar or me (cops caught him).

OMG!!! That must have been REALLY scary finding an intruder!

As I said, I am not sure who was more frightened. It was very
startling, I'll give it that. I wouldn't even open the door when the
police came up to have identify the guy, the 911 operator had to tell
me it was the officers responding to my call, and would I please go
let them in <giggle>.

My hubby had been on TDY (Air Force Recruiter) in New Mexico, and we
only had the one car. I think someone had been watching. I always
left a light on, in the kitchen, just because I am not fond of running
into things, so the light wasn't a worry (apparently).

He climbed onto a third floor balconey, and jimmied the sliding glass
door (and the charley lock <boggle>). I heard when he knocked the
stuff off the stereo (a very nice Kenwood system), and though it was
my cat. I went out to yell at her, and there this guy was. Went back
out the balconey, jumped to the stair landing (don't think I could
have done that, even at my most athletic), but I'd called 911 by that
point (thank wybi for cordless phones, I always had it with me), and a
cruiser was nearby, caught the guy running down the back stairs.

Smokie Darling (Annie) - and yet I still rarely lock my doors, but I'm
not in Denver (Aurora actually) anymore either
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