Well. Even though Mr. Kravitz in Bewitched never was the one to come to the bottom of the neighborhood hijinx (I like trying to use that word as much as I can), my own, personal Mr. Kravitz (Darrell) is the one who got the 411 about our neighborhood hijinx.
If you don't know what I am talking about, scroll to the post just previous to this one and you will soon know of what I speak.
Thursday, as Darrell was preparing to go to work, he ran into our neighbor just to the East of us. The owner of the home that had the police cars parked in front of it. "J" asked Darrell if he was aware that there was an incident in the neighborhood. Darrell told him that he wasn't away of it, except that I had been awake and told him about it.
"J" asked Darrell if he wanted to know what happened. Thank goodness Darrell said yes. "J" was concerned that Darrell would think less of him, and Darrell reassured him that we like him and his family and wouldn't think any less of him.
"J's" family is from a country South of Mexico. I'm a bad neighbor and can't remember which one. His wife has family from Mexico. Many times when they come to the US to visit, they will stop by late at night and drop off food or gifts and then continue through.
Well. On the night in question, "J" heard some knocking on his door just after midnight. Although this isn't necessarily unusual, it was unusual that no one had called or texted that they would be in town.
When he got to the door, he heard the person on the other side of the door, sounding frantic. He was banging on the door and asking to be let in.
"J" opened the door to find a young man, desperate for help, and bleeding. He told "J" that he had been stabbed and was being chased. He had been driving his car around the neighborhood to find someone to help him. He stopped at "J's" house since he was obviously a member of the police force, since a police car was parked in his driveway. ("J" is not on the police force, but has a white Chevrolet Caprice that appears could have been a police car in its previous life).
The young man was trying to get into "J's" house, but "J" refused. He did call the police and the young man was given medical attention. Turns out that the car he was driving wasn't his, but we don't know who it belonged to and if it was stolen.
There were two women who were talking to the police in the street that evening, that I didn't recognize. Apparently, one of them lives down the street and works for the police department, so she was chatting with some of the officers she knows. The other was her friend that was at her house at the time.
So....sort of exciting, don't you think?
The moral of the story is...don't buy a car from the police force...you don't know who may show up at your door.