Sometimes a cigar is a cigar? Where there's smoke there's fire?

The neighbors across the street? Whom I disparaged as white trash, while expressing some reflexive liberal guilt at buying into stereotype?

Apparently on Friday the police showed up with a warrant and arrested everyone in the house for posession of stolen goods and drug dealing. So sometimes the trappings of trash really do indicate the presence of trash.

Apparently there was also an arborist out the examine the fabulous tree to see if it qualifies for some kind of arboric preservation, which is cool. One of the neighbors seems to know what's going on with that, but it seems like a good sign.