The Fire, the Break-In & the DEA

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We thought that things had changed in our neighborhood but lately we feel as if we're living in the midst of a Gregory Crewdson photograph. We've been woken up by police helicopters whirring overheard, firetrucks screaming to stop just outside our bedroom window and gun shots accompanied by the DEA shouting "Get down you %#$*". More on our week and what we learned, after the jump...

Firetrucks screaming to stop just outside our bedroom window: The fire was in the building across the street. We let one of the fireman into our house. He spotted our back door. "You might want to do something about that lock," he said, pointing to our rear door which has a key lock on both sides, "It's not safe." We'd been meaning to do it; it was the last element of our scary hallway project but hadn't quite made the phone call to the locksmith. We scheduled the locksmith to come over the next morning. He changed the key lock to a knob, a much safer option in case of a fire. He also rekeyed all our doors so everything matched.

Police helicopters whirring overheard: Another kook on the loose we thought turning over and going back to sleep and then we overheard the story from our neighbor. Turns out it was a home invasion, at night, when the person was sleeping in the building next door. When the locksmith came over we asked him to take a walk through our apartment to get his professional opinion. Gates on our windows, a double thick door ("very unusual. It's a great feature of old apartments. Now you have to special order them to be that thick."), newly installed gates that block the entrance to our back alley and our courtyard all met with his approval. We still sleep with a phone near our head (Laure uses something a little more dramatic) but at least we feel a little bit safer.

Gun shots accompanied by the DEA shouting "Get down you %#$*": Okay, this situation was a little unusual. Our upstairs neighbor had a meth lab going on in his apartment which could've blown the whole building to smithereens. Not sure what the lesson was here. Maybe know your neighbors? Really though, we're not kidding, he seemed like such a nice guy. Maybe we should've known when we tried to go upstairs to return his ABBA Gold CD and he insisted that we keep it.

How's the safety in your home?

[image by Gregory Han]