From our paper yesterday:
"Men arrested in a weekend prostitution sting involving a crackdown of those selling sex on Craigslist did not match surveillance footage of a 'person of interest' in the fatal shooting of a New York woman last week in a Boston hotel."
One of those men arrested in the sting?
Someone who lives in my neighborhood. Was arrested and charged with sex for a fee.
Wait, it gets worse.
Eldest WAS AT HIS HOUSE on Sunday, the day before this story broke. Seems that Mr. Charged With Sex For A Fee has a first grade son who rides with Eldest on the bus and the two of them are buddies. Neighborhood Boy came over to play on Sunday, and then his mom (whom I've met a few times and whom Hubby knows from growing up in town) took the two boys back to her house to play for another hour. I had only met the mother, not the father. And that day, had just learned her last name.
Hubby's friend is a State Trooper who alerted Hubby to this arrest because he recognized the street address as being in our neighborhood.
When Hubby and I read the article, we were sickened to see the last name.
You never know, people, you just never know.
Of course, I casually GRILLED Eldest last night, making sure not to arouse any suspicion in him: "What did you do over there?" "Was his dad home?" "What was he doing?"
Turns out, the boys played outside.
Now, obviously, this man wasn't arrested for being a pedophile or any act having to do with children.
BUT STILL. I guess my point is: You can never be too careful. You can never be too sure what goes on in other peoples homes. Do they have guns? Do they have family members who may visit who have criminal records?
Nobody out there has your back. But YOU.
Please don't get me wrong though - I'm certainly not trying to incite paranoia in all of you. That's not my intention. I just want to highlight something that happened to us that we never DREAMED we would have to think about. It was a simple playdate.
Long gone are the days when I was Eldest's age and I would pedal on my purple banana seat bike, sans helmet, down the busy street to my BFF's house. Out of my mother's sight. For hours on end. At age 8.
*sigh* New rule in the Trenches: No playdates with random school friends anywhere but our house. Because you just never know.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go put my boyz in a bubble. UNTIL THEY'RE 30.
[By the way, the alleged Craigslist Killer in Boston has since been arrested.]