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12/06/2004: "Neighbourly Love"

House fires are my number one phobia. I've (thankfully) never experienced one personally, but for most of my life, I've come home from vacations hoping that the house would still be intact, not a little pile of burnt rubble. I've never had a real reason for this phobia,but then again, most people can't explain their phobias.

Given this phobia, I was more than a bit sympathetic when I first read about a housefire in Indian Village. Even worse than the thought of a beautiful old house being burned to a crisp was thinking of the poor chocolate lab that died in the fire.

A few days later, however, more came out about this story. My level of feeling sympathy went down quite a bit.

As much I do not advocate violence or arson or any other type of illegal activity even if someone is being an asshat of the century, I couldn't help but feel a Simpsons-esque "Ha ha" at the updated news story.

From the article -

About two months ago, she said, a man on a bicycle approached her and asked for money. She told him no, demanded he get away from her home and threatened him.

"I wanted him to think I had a gun," Serra said. "I told him 'I'll drop you right here and nobody would care.' "

Several months ago, Serra said, a woman was driving about 45 m.p.h. down her street, and the two exchanged expletives and questioned why the other was in the neighborhood.