Thursday, December 08, 2005

 

COPS In Burnaby...

Ok, I've been watching out the front window of our house most of the evening because of the riveting activity across the street. It all started yesterday... *deedlee-doodlee-deedlee-doodlee* (flashback music).

The neighbour directly across the road got pulled over by the police last night. The cop was driving a white panel van and was dressed in undercover gear (jeans, vest, his badge on a lanyard around his neck). It seemed like the neighbour was getting a traffic ticket for going through the stop sign or something. He showed his license and registration. Whenever he leaned over to get something from the glove compartment, the cop would glance into the back of the man's SUV. Anyways, the cop seemed jovial, wrote a ticket or warning, and left. The neighbour pulled his vehicle up 10 feet, parked and went inside.

Fast forward to tonight. A bunch of cops. The man in handcuffs in his front yard. Being taken away from the home (by the same undercover guy who was giving him a seemingly routine traffic check yesterday). Later, another van pulled into the yard and two policemen with masks start removing items from the house. At first it seemed to be a friendly, neighbourhood, run of the mill, west coast grow-op (marijuana). But they were wearing chemical masks, so I am assuming that it may have been a meth lab, or crack house or something (possibly producing black market wicker furniture, who knows?). Then, a BC Hydro truck pulled up and sent a guy up the electrical pole to shut off power to the house.

Now it's dark and very empty over there. Weird sight. Now that I think of it, I haven't seen the wife and daughter and grandmother from that home for a while. Maybe they left method man? Maybe they are the brains of the operation? In any case, it was a strange, yet exciting scene. Does anyone want to buy a cheap house? Probably no power or running water, and you might want to wear a mask whenever you're inside.

How about another strange sight today? Jayce and her friend Ethan were playing a game on the front lawn this afternoon when I came home. The name of the game? "Jump the dog poop." Luckily nobody lost....

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