A while back when I lived in Missouri City, my
neighbor from across the street came over one day and asked me to
call the police for her because her next door neighbors were
selling dope and smoking pot. She could even smell it. Well, I
asked her why she didnít call the police herself and she said that
her neighbors would know who called. Didnít make sense to me but I
So I called the Missouri City Police and the
officer who answered took my name, address and all other pertinent
information and when I mentioned that there were an unusual number
of cars over there he asked me if I could get license plate
numbers and car types. I had no problem with license plate
numbers, but I donít know one car from another except I do know
cars from trucks and vans from RVs, etc. So I decided that I
really needed to get close to the cars and read what they were. I
got on my bicycle and rode up and down the street and I was able
to tell easily if I was looking at a Ford or a Cheve or what.
Worked just fine except one blue-over-white-over-blue Blazer made
a u-turn and almost squashed me and my 3-speed Raleigh bicycle.
In two hours I called the police back and told
them that I had some license plate numbers for them and I could
also describe to them who was driving each car by color and sex in
most cases, especially that Blazer that u-turned.
He asked me how many cars I had and I told him
"14" but I missed a couple because I had to answer my phone. He
asked me again, "How many?" And I repeated, "14," in two hours.
After I gave them all the information I had,
they said that they would look into the situation, thank you very
much. I noticed that there seemed to be a lot of cars sitting
around with men sitting in them after that. Later that week I
watched while a wrecker brought a car down the street that didnít
look damaged to me and pushed it into that driveway and when the
people opened the garage doors, pushed it into the garage. The
doors were immediately closed behind it.
Since I didnít see any of the cars that I
thought would be watching, I called the police and told them what
was going on.
All this time there was a mixture of people by
age, sex and color and at least four small children living in the
house. I had considerable concern for the children involved
because the cars were still coming and going.
The next morning, the Missouri City Police came
and took everyone away to jail and they also took the car out of
the garage, which I heard later was packed full of bottles of
Mexican cough syrup. The children I guess went into some type of
protective custody and I understand that one of the men that they
took to jail, died there, from an overdose of drugs.
The house itself had to have a major clean up.
All the carpets and plumbing fixtures were removed including the
hot water heater. The floors, the garage and the driveway were
steam cleaned and pressured washed. A real job. And the drug
dealers were gone from our block!
If the Missouri City Police could do all that
by themselves in short order, why canít the Fort Bend County Drug
Task Force do the same? If the sheriffís department speaks for the
Task Force, why canít the High Sheriff speak to the Task Force and
get those boys in line with whatís going on in real law
Could it be that we have, by mistake, elected
one of those dingbats I mentioned in a previous column? I hope
not, but just in case we have, those citizens in Pheasant Creek
still have two choices. They could pick up and move to Missouri
City where there is a "different drummer," or stay put and find
that Drug Task Force a "mother lode," like a car full of bottles
of Mexican cough syrup.
Worked for me!