One more criminal on the Modesto streets with a loaded gun and an extra 30 rounds of ammunition. It was my gun and was my father's gun and someday was to be my son's gun a Colt .32 automatic vintage about 1920. On a recent night, it was stolen, along with three old hunting knifes, a laptop computer, a Skil saw, a cordless drill and charger, a sander, an angle grinder and more. It was just about what would fit in one of those little carts towed behind a bicycle. My garage door was pried up and broken. A bright security light above the door didn't matter.
The east side of lower McHenry Avenue is a haven for these people, walking with their black plastic bags, cruising the streets in old beat-up cars, and pedaling their bicycles up and down the alleys and streets prowling through garbage cans, always watching for an opportunity.
The police seem to be helpless or just don't care. After all, it is lower McHenry, with tattoo parlors, a methadone clinic, thrift stores, vacant houses, happy hookers and drug dealers the new face of Modesto.