This weekend, Peggy and Ryan were in Santa Cruz, leaving me home in bachelor mode.
I was on the phone with the insurance company, straightening out some silliness about Peggy's cell phone, when I noticed a kid, maybe about 20 years old, come half-way over my back fence, then change his mind (I think he heard me on the phone or saw me in the window) and drop back into the yard behind ours. He and another kid jumped the other fence into a neighbor's yard and disappeared.
I was prepared to chalk it up to kids looking for a frisbee or a ball that had gone into one of the neighborhood yards, but they seemed a little too old for that, and then I heard angry shouting in the street beyond. The little hairs standing up on the back of my neck told me to call 911, which I did. Turns out that the shouting in the street was from police officers who were chasing down a robbery suspect (or two).
Later, there were three cops in my back yard, guns drawn, as you can see in the picture...