Not in 40 + yrs, and I thought it was bad then. I couldn’t imagine how things are today.
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Not in 40 + yrs, and I thought it was bad then. I couldn’t imagine how things are today.
I'd be locked & loaded too, if I lived in your part of the world.
Noticed in the news this morning that theft has become so bad in Portland, that Walmart has pulled both of their stores there.
Meth heads by the thousands .......
Noticed in the news this morning that theft has become so bad in Portland, that Walmart has pulled both of their stores there.
Meth heads by the thousands .......
I don't think we're at the stage yet where supermarkets are closing down stores due to out of control shoplifting by druggies to fund their habit, but drug related shoplifting is rife over here too, probably everywhere actually in this day and age.
Shoplifters go into local pubs selling their ill gotten gains, hell, we've even had scallys in our work place in the past.
In the current cost of living crisis I wonder how many people actually welcome what these people are doing if it means they can get their hands on cheap food.
Meat seems to be the go to product for a lot of shoplifters over here. Joints of beef and legs of lamb etc etc sell pretty quick, and for a reasonable return for them too.
Good for the druggy who needs quick money for their next hit, good for the cash strapped punter, not so good for the supermarkets, especially if they have to close down because people lose their jobs then.
YouTube has some rather eye opening ring doorbell camera vids, for Portland, and pretty much every other major city in US. Tweekers stealing everything from planters, to porch chairs. Sometimes even the ring camera! Lol
I’m lucky to live far from all the big cities. In Clovis there is no gang crime, meth cookers, or mobs of juvenile delinquents. Too many seniors & cops. Taxes are high to pay for all the police, but we are Very lucky to be here.
We were talking about graffiti and such over on the bicycle club, I decided to take a ride around town. I was looking for graffiti and random wall art. I looked at 10 miles of walls and fences. I was on a mission.
There is none. Zero graffiti. It gets covered over immediately. Like overnight.
I rode around the elementary school, the middle school, the high school, the scroungiest old market in town, a hardware store, the tire store, the DMV, the Savemart, and the Walmart.
This is the alley in back of our Walmart. No graffiti. No hobos.
Now there is a lot of that misery in Fresno county, but it is about 15~20 miles away, diagonal across the valley.
The worst problem around here is people drive like crazy during rush-hour. This is 8 AM in a school zone on a Wednesday.
One second later four cars shot past me going that fast. That’s about 58 KpH for you Metric speakers.
We were talking about graffiti and such over on the bicycle club, I decided to take a ride around town. I was looking for graffiti and random wall art. I looked at 10 miles of walls and fences. I was on a mission.
There is none. Zero graffiti. It gets covered over immediately. Like overnight.
I rode around the elementary school, the middle school, the high school, the scroungiest old market in town, a hardware store, the tire store, the DMV, the Savemart, and the Walmart.
This is the alley in back of our Walmart. No graffiti. No hobos.
Now there is a lot of that misery in Fresno county, but it is about 15~20 miles away, diagonal across the valley.
The worst problem around here is people drive like crazy during rush-hour. This is 8 AM in a school zone on a Wednesday.
One second later four cars shot past me going that fast. That’s about 58 KpH for you Metric speakers.
Ain't small town life wonderful? The only thing better, IMHO, is living close to but outside the town in question. 
Oddly enough, I had to go into town yesterday as well, so I attempted to live up to my civic responsibility and keep my eyes open for the trustworthy individual who is the focus of this thread. I could have gone by bike, in fact the railroad allowance running along one side of my property runs right into the downtown core so I can more-or-less legally get there by almost any means; riding lawn mower, off-road motorcycle, snowmobile, quad, you name it. But I just went in my boring old truck.
I got my mail, bought some milk and bread, and then took a visual tour of town in case that miscreant was loitering on some street corner. I could see the entire burg from right there in the parking lot, standing next to my truck. He wasn't leaning against any light poles or street lights...there aren't any...and the town looked pretty quiet, as always. Nobody on the sidewalks...there aren't any of those either. There was a bit of excitement at the near end of one of the residential streets, where our second stop sign was recently installed; it consisted of a fat old housecat standing next to the new signpost and looking up at it in wonder.
I checked out the General-Store/Post-Office/Liquor-Store and saw no sign of him in there; said hi to the owner when she poked her head through the door leading to her home at the back of the store when she heard the bell by the door. He wasn't hanging around the single gas pump outside, either. The bar looked deserted, but I was afraid that perhaps our hero was hiding inside so I felt the need to cross the road, go inside and have a quick beer just to chat with the owner a bit. I actually showed him the picture of the guy and we had a laugh; he said he'd keep his eyes open. Both residential streets looked completely devoid of people...it's easy to see right to the end of each one...but I didn't go down them because there are a couple of dogs in town that would likely come out to greet me and have a pat, and then I would have some explaining to do when Duke smelled them on my clothes back home (he's jealous). So I limited my perusal to the business section of town. The small-engine-repair shop was, as always, closed. The old church retained its usual ghost-town look.
I would have inspected...as
Ulu
did...the elementary school, the middle school, the high school, the scroungiest old market in town, a hardware store, the tire store, the DMV, the Savemart, and the Walmart...but none of those things exist in my little town, so it saved me quite a bit of time. It appeared as though the entire population of roughly 80 residents were safe from the bargain-basement low-grade Darth Maul in the post by
RD.
Aside from the time spent on the beer visit and at my PO Box, the entire patrol of town was conducted while standing beside my truck and took about 12 seconds.
If he does show up here, he will likely have a hard time blending in, so I'm not too worried.
Oddly enough, I had to go into town yesterday as well, so I attempted to live up to my civic responsibility and keep my eyes open for the trustworthy individual who is the focus of this thread. I could have gone by bike, in fact the railroad allowance running along one side of my property runs right into the downtown core so I can more-or-less legally get there by almost any means; riding lawn mower, off-road motorcycle, snowmobile, quad, you name it. But I just went in my boring old truck.
I got my mail, bought some milk and bread, and then took a visual tour of town in case that miscreant was loitering on some street corner. I could see the entire burg from right there in the parking lot, standing next to my truck. He wasn't leaning against any light poles or street lights...there aren't any...and the town looked pretty quiet, as always. Nobody on the sidewalks...there aren't any of those either. There was a bit of excitement at the near end of one of the residential streets, where our second stop sign was recently installed; it consisted of a fat old housecat standing next to the new signpost and looking up at it in wonder.
I checked out the General-Store/Post-Office/Liquor-Store and saw no sign of him in there; said hi to the owner when she poked her head through the door leading to her home at the back of the store when she heard the bell by the door. He wasn't hanging around the single gas pump outside, either. The bar looked deserted, but I was afraid that perhaps our hero was hiding inside so I felt the need to cross the road, go inside and have a quick beer just to chat with the owner a bit. I actually showed him the picture of the guy and we had a laugh; he said he'd keep his eyes open. Both residential streets looked completely devoid of people...it's easy to see right to the end of each one...but I didn't go down them because there are a couple of dogs in town that would likely come out to greet me and have a pat, and then I would have some explaining to do when Duke smelled them on my clothes back home (he's jealous). So I limited my perusal to the business section of town. The small-engine-repair shop was, as always, closed. The old church retained its usual ghost-town look.
I would have inspected...as
Ulu
did...the elementary school, the middle school, the high school, the scroungiest old market in town, a hardware store, the tire store, the DMV, the Savemart, and the Walmart...but none of those things exist in my little town, so it saved me quite a bit of time. It appeared as though the entire population of roughly 80 residents were safe from the bargain-basement low-grade Darth Maul in the post by
RD.
Aside from the time spent on the beer visit and at my PO Box, the entire patrol of town was conducted while standing beside my truck and took about 12 seconds.If he does show up here, he will likely have a hard time blending in, so I'm not too worried.
