It turns out that Bernie (the very same hero who helped us park our camper just right) saw a car come flying into our cul-de-sac and the driver run out super fast. He ended up running through a couple of yards across the street and then into the house on the corner. Bernie's wife, Cathy, thought the guy was chasing Pokemon, but Bernie didn't think so, so he called the cops.
This is the story: the guy had been breaking into houses and cars with bricks. He had just broken into a car at Kohl's, down the street from us, parked his car in front of our house and ran and hid in the corner house whose owner he did masonry work for, which is why he had tons of bricks. When he ran into her house, he told her not to tell the cops he was there... duh! His car was parked right in front of our house and as we watched, the cops proceeded to take out about 15 bricks from his car. They knew it was the guy they had been looking for and they knew exactly where to find him, thanks to Bernie.
I was so caught up in trying to get ready for church, while talking on the phone and trying to calm my kids down, that I didn't take any pictures of the exciting event. Though we suddenly realized as we were about to turn on the street where the church is, that the brick car was right in front of us, being towed away!
|Here is the car being towed away.|
We live in a fairly safe neighborhood and I'm not really afraid, it's just one of those things that happens here and there. I'm just glad we were safe and that this guy won't be coming back here again!!