A police car pulled into our cul-de-sac of 18 homes just before I did and stopped in front of a house down the block. As I headed toward the garage to put away the recycling bins, I saw a skinny white guy in a red t-shirt sprinting through the lawn behind my neighbor's house.
There are now five police cars sitting on the street and many theories as to what's going on.
But I'm heading off to Duckon. Maybe I'll find out when I get home.
(And my neighbor's going to keep an eye on the house, just in case. Although the leading theory says it was an underage World Cup soccer drinking party that got out of hand...)