Visa at Last!

Probably someone from the neighborhood that knows Jack is gone and knows that if the car is gone,you are probably gone to,hence ringing the door bell.This will be one time that you can be glad you had some extra drinks.

My money is on the 2 innocent looking youth you passed on the street so early in the morning!

You have been alerted now and they can't count on nobody being home when the car is gone.I doubt they will make another attempt unless they want a particular valuable item they know you have!

Since movement scared them off,set up motion detectors to turn your houselights on!

Evidently I scared the culprit rather badly. When my brother and niece got back in the early afternooon from their overnighter and I narrated the happenings, my brother did a reconnaissance of the back yard. He found the light and a screwdriver by the fence where the would-be thief made his hasty exit. The light is a keychain variety, and surprisingly effective. There are two small keys on the ring, but they're only the type that might belong to a suitcase or puny other lock. It would have been great to have a house or car key, but no such luck!

I happened to have been home on another occasion about three or four years ago when something similar happened. This time it was quite early on a Thursday afternoon. I had just stripped down for a workout upstairs and was clad solely in my socks, not having even gotten into my shorts. Some knocking began on the front door, and then the doorbell began ringing. No one who knows my brother or I would ever visit during a work day, for it is common knowledge that neither of us is likely home from work until at least 5:00 p.m., and it is more likely to find us in the evening.

I bided my time, thinking whomever it was would soon leave. But the knocking became furious. And then it stopped. The next thing I heard were a couple large crashes against the house door leading to the open carport. I pulled on my jeans and came trundling down the stairs and stood in the doorway to the sunken portion of the house that is almost equivalent to a ground-level basement. Some fool in a baseball cap stood in shock several feet from me, and then he turned and ran out the door to his waiting car -- he had actually parked in the open carport. I ventured out after him. He sat behind the steering wheel for an instant looking at me, and I made a cut-throat gesture and theatrically displayed that I was taking note of his licence plate. He peeled out in a roar, and took off up the street.

I called the cops, and reported the plate number. One of them visited me, and took notes. But they never reported back to me, probably because I was unclear on the actual car colour due to the fact that I was so focused on the damned plate. All I could recall in the shadowy carport was that it was possibly bluish or greenish. But I had the plate dead on! So who gives a freak about the exact car colour?

I realized after that how minimally helpful the cops would ever be in something like this. The intruder had kicked in the door and shattered the jam. Fingerprints were a possibility, especially after the time this guy had spent knocking and ringing the doorbell. But that would be too much work for a non-robbery. What was even more outrageous was the fact that the front door wasn't even locked at the time!

Hindsight was that I should have run out the front door and cut this guy off at his car door. But I stupidly pursued him through the deeper area of the house, and this was my undoing. I was only a few feet from the front door when I chased after him into the lower area. However, I was unaware that he had actually driven right up to the house and was parked in the carport.

Oh, brother, I wish I had some other life! Deep into the beers again, except that I have to go to work tomorrow to my blasted government job. I'll need to get to bed early to make up for last night. I never did get back to sleep after being awakened at 4:30 a.m. or so -- I maybe only had a four-hour beer-induced sleep. I need to do much better tonight. It's sure rough working for the same federal government that's causing me so much Immigration grief, but that's where my Pension hope is!