Welcome New Zealand!

We had a neighbor from there years ago. She was a brilliant scientist who worked on oil rigs around the world. Thank you, New Zealand, for reading.

She adopted a dog, a rescue from Hurricane Katrina. Good dog, needy and used to get under our pillows to take a nap from time to time, as I’d let him stay in a thunderstorm, knowing what those memories might be. I offered to take him out for a few moments at lunch time, free, of course.

One day I had another dog in the house. His folks were moving and he was barking at the movers so I took him in with our now ancient dog Zoe for a few hours. I took them out at lunch time and brought them back. We had two locks on the door, one inaccessible from the exterior.

Then I went to get the New Zealander’s dog for a quick walk. I got him back safely and could not get into my home. The visiting dog was taller than Zoe and turned the upper lock that had no access from outside.

I talked to management and said I couldn’t get into my loft. They handed me the master key and asked me to get it back asap. No, I have that key, we’ve a dog here for a few hours that has tripped the deadbolt so I cannot get in or care for them.

They laughed hard, then sent maintenance. It took hours. First we had to use my neighbor’s key to open her door and measure the distance so they could drill a hole in our 3″ thick wood door to negate the interior lock structure and pull the deadbolt from the frame.

I was the only person with two exterior locks and it was a source of amusement for our neighbors and friends. After we left, the lofts were sold and deteriorated and thieves used axes to get inside those doors to steal everything inside. All I can say is luckily, we moved way away to get rid of the mean element. I’ve seen and heard them, been called names verbally and in print.

Politicians look to keep graffiti and illegal activities like skateboarding, from their front door. They find a donor and put it off-site with no input or information from the community. No trash facilities, no bathrooms, no parking, no water fountain, nothing. The kids had a facility but skated our garage, holding us hostage because we don’t want to hit a kid with our car when we’re going to the grocery store.

We’ve been away a long time, and if we were to return we would never live at that place. It’s sad, because we liked it there. Dee


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