My Life In Brooklyn

Yesterday I posted a message about the stolen plant(s) on my local neighborhood Yahoo Group, describing the pot and linking to a picture.  I asked for anyone to please let me know if they had seen anything the day before.

When Llewellyn came home yesterday after a long day at work we drove around the neighborhood looking for the missing flowers.  We knew full well only a total idiot would leave them in a front yard, but it was part of the process.  So Llew slowly drove on every street beteen Lefferts and Rogers from Lefferts Ave (north) to Parkside (south) as we carefully investigated front yard gardens.  As we thought no luck at all — though we were rewarded with a lot of strange looks from residents who were out and about.  At best the plant has to be in someone’s back yard, this is no house plant by any means.

It did make me aware of what an amazing display of plants were in our front yard, lots of yards are really tacky, no plants at all (though I can understand why), sometimes totally concrete with illegal parking spaces created in the front yard. 

After arriving home there was a message for me on the Yahoo Group.  Someone had seen the guy with my plant walking East on Midwood Street Monday evening, toting it in some kind of grocery/laundry cart.  I think tonight we will take another drive further down Midwood, just to see.  And maybe again next week when the perp thinks it is safe to place out front.

This Yahoo message was a huge relief to me.  I had spent most of yesterday harboring suspicions toward everyone on the street — Llewellyn suggested it could be a follow-up reminder after the rat incident.  I was even thinking it could be the New York Times delivery guy who does use a car and has been forgetting to leave a paper at least once a week, necessitating phone calls of complaint.  Anyway the fact it was not someone on my own block provided some comfort.

A local neighborhood guy who serves as a liaison to the police said I should call it in to the precinct.  I see that as a waste of time, but maybe I ought to do it anyway.  Just not ready to let go of this yet.  But seriously there is a major drug problem on my corner, and if they don’t even bother to respond to my calls about that, about a guy entering a warehoused apartment without authorization, noise issues, what the hell can I expect from New York’s Finest on a mere plant theft?

Answer:  Zero, nada, nothing.