Thursday, May 8, 2008
Small town gossip
Our house is located right on one of the two main streets in town. About 1/4 mile south of our house is the intersection of the two streets and about 1/4 mile north of our house is the high school.
There is a lot of foot traffic by our house--recreational walkers, school age kids on skateboards and teenagers experimenting with their individuality.
Often there is drama accompanying the teenagers, not so much with the recreational walkers and the kids on skateboards. This evening as we were watching the Red Sox, I heard loud sobs and saw two girls embracing and crying on the sidewalk in front of our house. I went out to see if this was something that could be helped with a drink of water or a band aid and was met with one of them saying, "Boy problems." Oh, well, can't help you there.
One night last winter, we were awoken by flashing blue lights coming through the curtains in our room. Ever curious (and nosy) I got out of bed to see that the police had pulled over a truck in front of our house. I kept watching as the police discovered that the driver of the truck had a warrant out for his arrest. At this point I woke C up, this was too good to let him sleep through.
C isn't the experienced snoop that I am, so he wasn't really comfortable peering through the curtain at 2 a.m., but the level of excitement increased to where he couldn't very well go back to bed. There was a passenger in the truck but apparently he didn't have a license so with the driver going off to jail, there was some discussion about what to do with the passenger and the truck.
Soon, another car came along and parked across the street--we gathered that the newcomer was the father of the passenger. We noticed (as did the police) that the newcomer got out of his car somewhat belligerently and definitely holding a beer bottle. The police discovered that the newcomer also had a warrant for his arrest--so out came the handcuffs yet again and he went into the back of the police car, too. So, now we are up to two cars whose drivers are headed to jail and one passenger whose level of anxiety was increasing in volume.
At this point, the policeman called for backup from a neighboring town. Dixfield only has one policeman on duty at night and the situation, while being handled well by the lone officer, was starting to blossom. The policeman warned the passenger several times to get himself under control--at this point I should add that the passenger was, shall we say... very hefty.
The young man did not get himself under control and, in fact, grew more combative and started to threaten the policeman. Fortunately, the other policeman got there about that time, because we were starting to wonder if we should reveal ourselves and come to the policeman's aid. They ended up arresting the young man, too, although Policeman #1 was out of handcuffs and had to borrow some from Policeman #2. The young man's girth was such that he couldn't be handcuffed in the traditional manner and the suspension on the police car was seriously compromised.
Eventually the policeman headed off on the 45 minute drive to the jail, by morning the cars were moved by other family members who presumably did not have pending arrest warrants and we woke up wondering if had all been a very strange dream.