My desk faces the street, and I've noticed at least one drive-by per week: A middle-aged person in a shiny sedan stops outside our house -- always on the other side of the street -- and snaps a couple of photos of the house from the car. It never fails to arouse the urge to go charging out there. "What are you doing? Are you from the Department of Homeland Security? If you're from the FBI, we have nothing to do with the drug dealer you arrested here three years ago. Now, I'll take that camera, if you please."
Yeah, right -- we know that's exactly how it would happen.
I think I've figured it out, though. They've got to be realtors doing comps for houses that they're bargaining on. At least, I hope so.
We're off to King's Canyon to go camping with a friend visiting from the east coast; blogging will be light for the next few days.
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