Crime happens when there is a victim. From my island of safety, north of Des Moines, IA, the crime is very low--or is it just not reported?
This morning I let my little Bichon drag me around our Dog Park for my sake. My exercise. My heart health. I walked with the only other person at the park, a pleasant young mother who was originally from New York, and had just taken her daughter to the Des Moines airport to fly back to New York.
When we got back to our cars, hers was broken into. A smash-and-grab from the passengers side--taking her purse--and the credit cards. She called the police. They arrived quickly. It is then that we found out that this was the fifth broken window break-in at the dog park in the past month.
I am sad that petty crime, with a variety of victims, has come to our quiet little town.
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