Drama in the Suburbs

Ah, life in the suburbs. Everyone has nice houses, kids play in the street, people walk their dogs at all hours of the day, most houses have at least one nice car parked outside, and the streets are made of concrete..yup concrete. Stereotypically in most TV shows these are the neighborhoods that have all sorts of things going on behind closed doors. While I can't say all these houses have something going on, I know at least one does. Our garage (along with everyone else's) is located in the back of the house on a shared ally. (very pretty ally might I add) The house directly across from ours in the ally is having issues. One night Michael was taking out the trash and the couple was in their driveway screaming and yelling. Michael said all he heard was the girl saying something about him hitting her. Well that ended quickly, but since, every once and a while they wake us up in the middle of the night or as we are getting ready for bed, screaming and yelling at each other again, sometimes it sounds like a cat fight, other times like kids. Who knows what's going on over there, but obviously they are having problems. So why am I telling you all of this? Well yesterday I got home at about 2:30 pm from running some errands and took some bags into the house, when I came back out to the car in the garage, there was a cop in the driveway of the house across the ally with his gun out and sticking in front of him, he was moving very slowly and never turned around to me though I was making noise. He walked up the driveway and then slipped in between the house and its neighbor. I came right in, shut the garage door and locked all the doors. I have no clue what was going on or even if it had anything to do with the problems that house has been having. I'm going to keep checking the Allen paper online to see the police reports and maybe eventually I can find out what was going on. While I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy it would make me personally feel much better if it was a family violence call and not some reported theft or burglary or something of that matter, especially now that I am usually home during the day, alone with no big black guard dog to protect me. Anyways, this is the first time I haven't felt safe by myself in YEARS. I guess I never realized the extent to which having Hendrix around made me more at ease.