Sometimes it DOES pay to get out of bed VERY early…1am
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I’ve been having a bit of trouble sleeping the last couple weeks, and tonight, I dozed off before midnite, while rocking my nearly 2 year old grandson to sleep.

My daughter Laurie is working two full time jobs right now, days at the main book store here in town on main street, and half the weekend and evenings at one of the Community Entry Services homes as an assistant.

She is socking away funds for a move from Wyoming to Nashville in May, and just bought her first new car 2 months ago.

We live on campus here at our college, and our bedroom window view is of the main parking lot. I normally park my 92 Towncar in the curb slots right outside our window, about 30 feet away. My big conversion van is in the middle row about 30 feet or so past the Towncar, and is directly in our view out of our window.

Well, tonight we had an “incident”…another in a series of “happenings” that has affected us personally in the five years we’ve been here (earning 7 degrees between us).

First incident was a dwi driver backing out of a curb side space two years ago in a Toyota 4×4 pickup, and totalling dear daughter’s Grand Am, which was parked straight and legally in a parking space, occuring just after midnight one nite.

Second incident was a police chase that ended in the parking lot outside our window, with the alledged perp diving out of a full size Suburban to run into the campus dorms to hide and being tackled in the grass by a fleet footed cop, and the still-in-gear Suburban t-boning the car parked in the EXACT spot where my Towncar was TONIGHT!

This third incident tonight, was the first DIRECTLY focused at me.

A slim, tall, black hoodie wearing fellow was seen BY MY DAUGHTER (who was looking out the bedroom window right at this moment, having just come home from her second job around midnite)…trying to open her car door (which she dutifully locks EVERY day). Her car was parked literally in the next curb side space next to mine.

The Hoodie-”Hood” then turned to my car, on the passenger side, and tugged on the passenger door handle, which wasn’t locked. The door opened, and he then stooped down so as not to be seen.

Dear daughter is looking DIRECTLY AT HIM, while she is 8 feet from our bedroom window, in the door to our room, and she says “they’re breaking into our cars”…at this point, I’m wide awake from the first restful sleep I’ve had in days.

I open my eyes quickly, and see her bolt for the front door, which opens into the courtyard of our dorm building. I jump out of bed, grab my jeans and mocasins, and dance to the front of the apartment on one leg trying to put my shoes on. I check my car before hopping in, and see that my cheap little Ipod charger has been yanked out of my dash…which is the only thing of value in the car. Perp saw the pretty blue LED light glowing and HAD to have it.

By the time I get 40 feet down the sidewalk to the breezeway walkway to the parking lot, and then the 50 feet to the parking lot curb, she’s already out into the street that comes up the side road from Main Street, which is fronting the entire college campus. I jump in my car, just as shes coming back to the sidewalk out of breath, and she says the perp has run across the field, to the College Hill apartments, which are a quarter mile west of us. These apartments are fairly new, but are mostly Section 8 housing (*low subsidized rent).

I start the Towncar and literally tear across the parking lot, out into the street, and make a quick right, then a left, which brings me to the first row building, where a gentleman is standing outside smoking.

I screech to a halt, roll the window down, and ask him “did you see somebody just run over here”? He says “Yep”.

I park the car at the curb, and run over to him and see if what he saw was what my daughter described. “Yep”. He and his wife live in the west end of this building. He’s seen the perp going into an apartment stoop 4 doors down, after hearing my daughter yelling at the idiot moron across the field as she was chasing him in stocking feet…no shoes.

As I’ve dressed and run out the door, dear wife has called 9/11. Not 45 seconds after I first say something to the smoker, the first local cop pulls up right behind my car, spotlight on me.

Smoker Guy and I point to the door where the perp has gone. As cop #1 has started walking over to that door, Cop #2 comes around the corner down the street, and #1 radios him to go BEHIND the building, to keep an eye out for runners.

2 minutes later, a Sheriff’s deputy drives up behind #1’s squad car and gets out.

#1 and Deputy knock on the door for a good twenty minutes before someone opens up. They go in, and have a couple of people come out and SIT on the stoop while they check the apartment.

Another five minutes…#1 comes back to me (daugher has JUST walked over from our building) and he says “I’m gonna ask you the hardest question you’ll have tonight….PLEASE tell me you had something stolen from your car….”

I said “yep…my Ipod charger”… and he asks “Missing a cell phone?” and shows a shiny new cell phone…which ain’t mine.

Daughter tells him the description of what she saw in my car and who she was chasing after.

He goes back in that apartment, and comes back out about 10 minutes later…holding my Ipod charger.

He says there were 10 people in that apartment (that no one was wanting to answer the door of), and that FIVE of the people inside matched the description of what daughter saw.

He also says they’ve found a STASH of LOTS of stolen car stereos, phones, and other items inside…who knows what else.

Long story short…I’ll get my charger back tomorrow at the police station, after it’s photographed for evidence.

Chances are, there will probably be drugs involved, and probably some ICE stuff, too.

From now on, even though that car is parked right outside my window, I’ll be locking the doors EVERY time, and will be looking for a good paging alarm system.

And, I’m proud of my daughter for not just standing there, and taking off after an evil-doer (she is in one of those moods lately of “Don’t f*** with me” because her senior level college classes are stressing her…and this dude is REAL lucky that SHE didn’t get her hands around his neck…

And, kudo’s to the cops…showed up like lightning…caught the perps…and retrieved my stolen goods back for me, and will be returning a lot more merchandise to folks who were hit previous to tonight…

Well, the clock on the wall says 3am…two hours after this all went down…and I’m gonna crash.

Moral of the story…lock your doors, even in pleasant extremely rural locales…know your neighbors, and don’t be afraid to meet them and make new friends…and most of all…if you can do something….DO IT.

Don’t let criminals get away with shite…track’em down, catch’em in the act….and prosecute to the fullest extent of the law.

I don’t let little things go unnoticed very often, but the principal is the thing…I earned the money to buy that cheap little charger. I could replace it next payday. But, perps like the one caught tonite HAVE TO KNOW that there are some of us who WILL “make their day” one to remember…

Rich

I got one for you…

You wanna believe in US Concentration camps?

Google “Swift Luck Greens”

DHS facility supposedly right here in Lil’ Old Wyoming.

Aerial pix and everything!

Find the main story, and you’ll find the long/lat for the facility.

Enter those into Google Maps/Google Earth/Yahoo Maps…your choice.

Just northeast of Hanna, Wyoming.

All done now?

Come back here and tell me what you find…

Only THEN, will I tell you the truth about this facility…unless you find it yourself…and you can post that bit of info here as well.

Yep…I can prove it…

See the next post….

…not to be a worry wart…the problems are mine. I have been dealing with hackers a LOT the past couple of months. Most of the problems have been due to a server level hack on my hosting company’s servers, affecting not just my site, but THOUSANDS of web sites on the companies dozens of servers.

I’ve seen spam appended to hundreds of files, using css code to hide the spam links (the worst hack adding 2508 spam links to nearly every index, login, home, default, auth, and admin file in hundreds of my directories), and I had to edit them by hand.

I’ve just found tonight, in a script I’ve been using for over a year, an URL shortener found here…

http://developers.jccorp.net/

that a subfolder of this short URL script had been hacked (I had NO CHMOD 777 folders ANYWHERE on my site), and that the same spam I had been removing from my pages, that were pointing to OTHER hacked sites on mostly .edu college and university websites, was now SOURCING and FORWARDING from my site.

I can not tell you how bloody angry I became at finding this.

The appended spam code was and is looking like this…

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It took a good 20 minutes for my FTP program to delete thousands of spam files from that subfolder above at /url/1/2/.

The latest hack that affected me BEFORE this hack was one that hit, again, the index/admin/default/etc php and him files, and REPLACED all of my code with the following code.