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I'm not sure what's up with our new neighbors. They seem like a decent family, but they're starting to scare me a little.

Last weekend, Beth and I were out on the deck enjoying the late afternoon spring weather, sipping some wine. Our neighbors and a few of their friends were out in their backyard tying balloons onto the fence for their little girl's birthday party. A nice wholesome little scene, right?

Well, it was.

All of a sudden, we heard a motorcycle zooming around a few streets over in our neighborhood followed by a police siren. And since the guy next door (I think he's the son) owns a bike, I joked that the cops were after him. Well, sure enough, we hear the bike tearing up our street with a cop in hot pursuit. Our neighbors all ran into the front yard--several balloon trailing behind them--just in time to see a Fairfax County cop nail their son for speeding and resisting arrest. The dude tried to outrun the cops. In his own neighborhood. To his own house. That's good stuff. Happy birthday sweetie, your older brother is in handcuffs.

And this isn't the first time the police have come calling. Since they moved in five months ago, they've had the local cops visit them three other times (including a seven-car cop brigade with the K-9 unit to break up a late night party) and they also had a black unmarked police/fed/government car parked out front from very early in the morning until noon the other day. Hmm. Suspicions abound!

Let's just say that I'm glad they're renting. Then again, it does make for some good action around here.