Yesterday morning, police officers pulled over a van travelling east on I-40, just outside my neighborhood. Travelling in the van were 18 illegal aliens, apparently being transported from California to Atlanta by smugglers. The 18 aliens then bolted and headed south, directly into my neighborhood. During the foot chase one officer tripped and fell — three of the aliens backtracked and kicked him so many times that he is still paralyzed in the hospital.
As we were leaving for work yesterday, we were greeted by more police officers than I’ve ever seen in one place before. They were at every neighborhood intersection, every entrance, and walking through yards. All we could do was make sure everything was locked up and go on to work. Susan and I went back home for lunch to check on everything. Our hearts stopped for a minute when we saw a strange car parked at the end of our driveway — it turned out to be the mail lady. On the way back to work we saw a state trooper in our neighborhood with two Mexican men in handcuffs leaning up against his car.
Later in the afternoon, apparently an officer thought he spied one of the aliens in the middle of a field. Ignoring any common sense (or forgetting that Oklahoma is under one of its most strict burn bans of all time), the officer pulled his car out into the field, where he left it idling (and hey — when I’m looking for escaped criminals, one of my favorite things to do is park a running car nearby; makes sense). The car (unsurprisingly) caught the field directly across from my neighborhood on fire, engulfing the trooper’s car in flames immediately (hah). So, shortly after 3pm my wife gets this call from her mother.
“Your neighborhood’s on fire and you can’t get in because they’ve blocked everything off.”
SO, Susan and I hop into the truck and haul hiney back to the house. The front side of the neighborhood was indeed blocked off, but we snuck in through the rear entrance. Although we couldn’t see much smoke, its smell was strong. We checked our house first, my sister-in-law’s second. When everything was good there, we set out to see just where the fire was, and where it was going. That’s when we discovered it was across Czech Hall, a 2 lane road. Wind gusts blew the fire over the road a couple of times, but firefighters were ready for it and put the flames out quickly.
Ay. Too much excitement for one day.
What? No credit to your mother for calling and alerting you to the ‘alien landing’? Evidently the ‘migration’ spread, as they locked down elementary schools all around our neighborhood, and also the FT campus at Reno and Rockwell. At this time they only claim to have 9 of the 18 in custody. What’ll you bet the other 9 are long gone!