I bought a house.
It's a nice place. Gated community (which guards - they seem to be genuinely nice guys, too). Seems like a nice neighborhood.
But we're in Eastern Vegas. South of Boulder Station. Not a bad area, just, well, near Boulder Highway.
The first night I was moving stuff into the house a fire truck rumbled to a stop in front of the house. "Uh... Oh shit..." Then it took off and stopped two houses down. Eventually they wheeled my neighbor out on a stretcher. Bummer.
If you're not a local you might not know that most neighborhoods have a common wall. Typically it's made of cinderblocks or bricks and rings the entire neighborhood.
The speed limit near ours is 35 MPH. At 35 MPH, the average car could damage a section of wall by striking it head on. The driver would probably get hurt.
I came home from work one night. Noticed someone in an SUV with their hazard lights on. They were blocking a lane, pointed at the corner of the neighborhood wall. "Okay, someone with a broken car" thinks I.
So I move around it. I see bricks on the sidewalk. Hmm... SUV idiot probably bonked into the wall.
As I get further around I look over and notice a complete hole in the wall. Uh oh... There's a car in the yard. Far into the yard. You have to be going pretty fast to get a car completely through a cinderblock wall and into the yard.
Two days later someone put flowers by the wall. By now you should know what that means.
One thing I've noticed about the highways and the beltway here. Every day we'd see a new set of flowers somewhere.
Ominous.
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