Last night (Thursday, around 8pm), we had a knock on the door while I was Amy and I were putting Sara down for bed. I opened the door to find an African (yes, he was dark-skinned, but he also had an African)accent) holding a box, soliciting donations for something having to do with basketball. I told him, "No thanks", and while I felt a little bad about it, because he was probably legit, I none the less called 911. (a person soliciting after dark qualifies as a "suspicious person", and if you try calling the non-emergency number, they'll just transfer you to 911 anyway). It may sound harsh or mean, but I know from talking to Amy's cousin, who's a Hamilton County Deputy Sheriff, that if the person who's soliciting you isn't your neighbor, the person is probably from half way across the country. (Skim this article:
http://www.houstonpress.com/2008-07-17/news/what-mainstream-publish...). The organizations themselves are shady enough, but the individual solicitors frequently have a second line of work: Breaking and Entering. Neighborhoods like ours are target because they are well-off enough to be rewarding, but not enough so that the police will be called as soon as a person in the neighborhood sees them on the sidewalk. Anyway, I called 911, then set out to see if I could find where he went. The officer and I found each other, then a few moments later, he found the guy. It turns out that he was part of a crew of 10 in the area, and the officers kept him there until a guy in a van came to pick him up. The officers strongly encouraged me that calling them was the correct thing to do, and they too were suspicious as to whether that was the only thing he was up to, with good reason, as it turns out. I spoke with a lady who was driving down 62nd, just before the officer rolled up on the guy, and she was in the middle of pulling a u-turn to drive past him again because she saw him looking into cars parked along the street.
Moral:
Don’t feel bad for calling in a solicitor,
Feel good for protecting your neighbors.