This was one of those rare mornings where I was out of bed an hour and a half before my alarm not because of the cats (they were sleeping peacefully) but because nature refused to leave a voicemail. I was sitting in the bathroom wondering how much water I must’ve consumed before bedtime and thankful that I still had enough time to fall back asleep before the alarm when I heard something unusual.
“Is that an airplane?” I thought. Then I saw the blue flashing lights.
By the time I made it back to the bedroom, Kris was out of bed and peering out the window. There were three unmarked cop cars and one big SUV with lights surrounding a vehicle. Kris saw the two dudes in the car run down Jeff’s driveway across the street. We both saw them escorted back to the street.
In his sleepy stupor, Kris thought GJ’s car had been stolen. But nay, the Lincoln Towncar sitting outside our house (I mean, exactly in front of our front steps) was a light blue one, not a white one. Score! That’s the towncar that’s always parked at the drugplex across from Liz & Chris. Bust ‘em!
We were ecstatic. Who could we call? It’s not even 6am yet - nobody. There was no more sleep to be had. I wanted to take a picture, but also? Didn’t want all the cops to know I was taking a picture. (Even with the flash off, my digital camera makes a couple flashes of light to get a reading.) So we just watched. “That’s a spliff,” Kris said as one of the cops emptied the car’s console. “Spliff-schmiff. Where’s the bag? Show they’re dealers. Bigger bust.” Us big talkers up in our bedroom with the cats.
Eventually I couldn’t take it - I wanted proof that this happened. I went and loaded a roll of film into one of my other cameras. There was no way to show that an additional seven or so police vehicles were lining the circle.
After they loaded the suspects (perps?) into one of the SUVs and drove away, we went downstairs to make coffee. I went to the back window to see if they’d sent some of the cops to visit the towncar’s buddies across the street.
“Nooooo!!!”
It was a different blue towncar that was raided, cause the other one was still parked on the lawn of the drugplex.
C’est la vie.
In other news, today is the last of my month of black and white photos. (Click here or on Adriane over there to see them all as a set.)
On our way back from a trip to Birmingham last night, Kris and I were talking black and white photography with Danny, who said he was out of practice shooting it. “You have to really try. Good black and white doesn’t just happen,” Danny explained. “Unless it’s that first roll Laura took.”
I smiled. Danny isn’t one to mince compliments.
