Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more - Ray Charles
A police car in my neighborhood caught my attention.
This drama deepened when a city policeman knocked on an apartment door in my neighborhood.
The officer was at the door of a neighbor - and this isn't nice of me - who I CANNOT stand.
The odor, trash, junk cars, loud music, barking animals, domestic turmoil.
You name it, my neighbor has routinely provided it.
I've tried gently to discuss some of these issues with this neighbor, to no avail.
I once put a car tire that he had dumped near my property onto his side of the property in the hope of sending a message.
This officer's appearance consumed my curiosity. I checked court records and found the words "forcible detention" next to my neighbor's name.
I understood this might be legal jargon for a landlord wanting to give this neighbor the boot.
That touched off a muted celebration since this neighbor hasn't left yet.
Maybe he'll leave a forwarding address so I can send more of his old tires.
And there's no guarantee that a new neighbor wouldn't be another jerk.
But I'll take that chance.