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Reminds me of the time I followed a driver. I had stopped in front of my
house to see if the power had come on during the ice storm here in Maine. The car
of teenagers came up behind me and laid on its horn and yelled something at
me. I drove down the road behind them to ask what the problem was and the kid
stopped his car got out and opened the trunk. I didn't stay to find out what he
pulled out.
Another time some kids went by our home at like 90 mph, I called the police
and I went to find them. A local officer flagged me down and said not a good
idea. That if I went to their door they could shoot me for trespassing. Ugh,
nice.. Good ol' Maine. This was the same kids that drove by me retrieving my
loose dog and their mirror brushed my shirt as they flew by. The speed on our
street is 35 but not many follow it. Laura

<<Oh sheesh!!

Sorry to have told a story too much like an ugly truth.

Very sorry about your brother.

I had thoughts of potential death when I confronted my behind-me neighbor
about being mean to his kids but at that moment it was worth the risk.

Sandra


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