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To: username who wrote (8629)	3/10/1998 12:18:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Yesterday was another wild day in the neighborhood. Spouse is in the backyard planting lobelias. The yard next door has those tall steel towers with the six high-volt lines each. Well yesterday, the lines made a sound. Pwing- twinng-twanng- zwanngg- POP> Bzaaat! Then the power went out, and not two minutes later the police and fire co were by to warn people not to go near the wires. One of which was draped into the lot. Spouse mentions the situation with the bike boys to the visiting officer, and he (get this.) asks her to stand by outside and make sure nobody goes into the lot. Give her a gun, and maybe. Yesterday evening, the kids were back. I come home, and they're yelling and whooping and making dog noises. Nothing overtly offensive, but definitely a band of kids feeling their oats. Our power is still out. I walk over and confer with a neighbor in his front yard, all the time casting a jaundiced eye on the proceedings across the way. (Spouse informs me I have a movie-grade Jaundiced Eye. Move over, Jack Nicholson!) Eight kids, and an older fellow, wearing "I'm still a dude" camo fatigues, on a bike. He comes over and we strike up a conversation. He marvels at the bike trail they'd built - "it's pretty awesome". I counter with the story of the weekend, up to and including the tale of them challenging my wife in her car. He says "taht's not cool" and goes over to talk to them. He maintains that they're all "really good kids deep down". I figure - this is my chance. I walk over and address five of the boys, now parked in a hesitant semicircle. I tell them: Look. I don't know who it was, but four of you surrounded my wife this Sunday and one of them called her a "bitch". That really bothered her. Like I said, I don't know who it was, but it was one of you kids who use this lot to bicycle. I'd really appreciate it if you figure out aming yoursellves who did it. Then that person should step forward, knock on our door, and apologize to my wife for that. I'd really appreciate it." I went on with a brief lecture about being quiet and safe, since the lot has neighbors. Tall Blonde Kid speaks up - he seems to be their unofficial spokesman - and avers ignorance of the act. "We thought you lived alone." Funny - four of them zoomed in on Spouse when she got into her car. The good news is the exchange ended with a few "sorrys" and "thank yous". Now it's too early to be sure, but the seeds of a mutual consideration pact might be in the works. If they keep to their tentative pledge to keep it quiet, I'll let them be. If they get rowdy&scary again - the video camera is ready.