The F.B.I., Coffee and My Neighbor's Series of Misfortunate Events

The morning was not going well. One F.B.I. undercover car, than two, then the police, then the bullet proof vests and the battering ram to open, if need be, an unresponsive door.



I'll admit it. I'm so Mrs. Kravitz when something out of the ordinary is going on. So, there we were in our pajamas, peering out behind our mini-blinds, sipping our coffee and watching the FBI and our local police haul our neighbor, handcuffed and forlorn, to jail.



She went without a fuss. She went quietly, with rather a look of relief on her face as if she'd known this day was long going to come.



Last year, a visiting family member pointed out to me that it didn't seem to add up how she was so young but had "a hundred thousand dollar car." I guess. I don't know. I mean, maybe. I try not to be judgemental. It's more likely I'd notice your pet before I even notice you- let alone what kind of car you drive.

(Unless it's a black Mercedes because I'm in the market for one of those.)



I'll sometimes even know your pet before I know you. Oh, there's Baxter- also a Boxer with Kellie, his "mom". Rommel, a very bad tempered German Shepard and his "dad"Bruce. Lu Lu the basset hound... I could go on and on. I have no idea what kind of car any of these people drive, but I think maybe Bruce has some sort of Ford.



So, back to the things I know. She wasn't escorted away for parking tickets.
And I don't think she was selling Tupperware either. However, I did see the movie "Crash" recently so I'm not wont to come to an iron clad decision about her activities.

Once I lived with a good friend of mine for a few months until I got on my feet, before I started any of the businesses I have now. Her name was Pat. She had dogs, she had cats, and she had never been married. I know that the neighbors thought I was her lesbian lover- people would smile and say "hello" as if to intimate, well- you finally found someone, huh?
None of that was true- but I digress.

There are so many opportunities out there and so many legitimate ways to make money- it's sad when someone, presumably, opts for fraud instead. Perhaps it's because fraud is quicker and it's easier- but it's not really quicker and easier in the long run.

She's been on my mind all day. I feel sorry for her and her choices. I do. Her life is forever changed beginning today- and that will be that.

Many times it's felt as though I've been on the slow boat to China, but it takes time, diligence, vision and dedication to build a reputable business with reliable cash flow.


And besides, didn't yo Momma tell ya it just ain't right?