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Yesterday, a man paid us a visit (only

naudia was at the house) in response to a complaint about "garbage". He found no garbage, of course, and merely quibbled about the fact that one of the garbage cans was sitting in front of the garage door (whup de shit; we have been doing that since we moved in), where it could be viewed from the street. It was unclear at the time whether he was from Radburn or Da Town.

Steve, putting on his detective hat, made many calls today. It seems that some Mrs. Grundy made complaint last week to Radburn about "paper plates and other garbage on the lawn", and leaves not picked up from last year.

The first is completely, utterly fallacious. The second--there was a pile of leaves not yet picked up, yes; they were in the _backyard_, and not visible from any sidewalk or street unless you stood at a particular angle with the moon in Jupiter. (Nevertheless, the kind fellow Steve got in to cut the lawn cleaned _those_ up on Monday.)

Anyways, the Radburn person said "our hands are full right now getting all the association properties ready for summer, we don't have people to spare to deal, if it's really getting to you call the Borough". Which the Helpful Citizen did. Hence the visit from The Man, who found nothing. *smirk* So the borough marked the complaint as groundless, and all is well.

Except that now we know for fact we have an enemy.

It's time to start burning pumpkins again.