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July 27, 2008
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I mentioned last week that my neighborhood is small. It has just over 100 homes and by all accounts seems to be quiet, friendly, and filled with nice people who spend their weekends working on their yards. Yet beneath my subdivision’s reserved exterior, there’s drama about as good as anything you’d find on Wisteria Lane.
For one thing, we had a sex offender living here for a time- Within days, everyone in the subdivision knew his address. The home became the modern-day equivalent of the decrepit haunted house in movie neighborhoods, as mothers quickly crossed with their children to the other side of the street when they passed it, and everyone gazed angrily up at the home’s blind-covered windows windows when strolling or driving by, wondering if “he” was home, and whether “he” was watching. “He’s” gone now- the rumor is that he violated his parole and is back in prison. But I’m sure he’ll be back, eventually… and I can’t say I’m happy about it.
Then there was the alleged home invasion. A neighbor, according to our occasional subdivision newsletter, apparently broke into another home down the street in the middle of the day, while a woman and her children were inside. The neighbor was eventually arrested, but we all started locking our doors and windows after that one.
Then a house burned to the ground several months ago- remember that? The insurance company gave the people who lived there a lot of trouble and there was a big investigation into whether the fire was (oh my Lord) arson. It wasn’t. It was an electrical fire and the house was torn down only a week or two ago.
But the real piece de resistance has been the discovery that, until recently, Kelley and Jim Cannon lived here. Kelley, a former prom queen, is the talk of the town after recently being arrested and charged with homicide in connection with the murder of her estranged attorney husband. This was a very volatile couple and the stories are flying here in the neighborhood now of their exploits while they lived here.
“We lived here the whole time that was going on,” I mused after Hubs repeated a few of the more interesting stories involving the Cannons that a neighbor had told him at the Y. “And we had no idea. How does this stuff happen? How are these people living these crazy, effed-up lives right here in our own neighborhood and we don’t even know what’s going on? We’re completely clueless.” Hubs shrugged.
It made me think. Here I sit, day after day, extracting drama from family road trips and doctor visits. As it turns out, Kelley Cannon’s the one who should have had a blog. I totally would have read it.
This post originally appeared on Parents.com.
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