Midnight Musings

Credit for this post goes to the New Orleans Police Department. They just woke me up at 11:30 by pounding on my door--waking me up and scaring me to death--looking for a white guy that is supposed to be from my neighborhood and his family hasn't been able to get in touch with him for a couple of days. How did I get blessed to be chosen for the questioning? No idea.

As the police were leaving, both of them mentioned that I need to have my landlord put burglar bars on my windows and I need to leave my outdoor lights on at night. So I immediately turned all of my lights on and now I'm sitting wide awake on my couch listening to a sermon and writing to you all. I'm not sure whether or not to ask my landlord to put up burglar bars. 

Here's the debate in my head: 

I've met all of my surrounding neighbors and I have faith that they will look out for me, but my neighborhood isn't the safest place. I will also have kids soon so it is not only myself that I have to look out for anymore. But If I put bars on my windows, will this close any doors to communicating with my neighbors by acting like I don't trust them? I think I'll talk to my neighbors about it and see what they say. I think they'd recommend putting bars up but I don't want them to think that I don't trust them. 

C'est la vie