On Friday, a parent mentioned that she'd seen a homeless person walking along the wooded creek area, carrying a guitar, and that she'd told the principal who, in turn, had called the police. This was at lunchtime, when all the kids were out on the fenced-in school yard. The parent who mentioned it to me was there with two other parents in charge of a "running club" for the kids. There were three additional adults -- myself included -- who were doing yard duty, watching the kids as they played soccer or kick ball or built fairy gardens or played on the blacktop or play structures.
A bit later, I saw a policeman walking outside our fenced in little haven. He was clearly looking for the homeless man and his guitar.
As for me? I was freakin' outraged that we'd call the cops about a guy -- maybe homeless, maybe not -- who was walking off campus, beyond a fence on public land. WTF? I mean, come on, WTF??! Has it come to this, folks? Is this really who we are? Some guy is walking along with nothing more than a guitar as a visible weapon, and we feel compelled to call for the police?
I relayed my conversation to another yard duty woman, a woman I perceive as being as reasonable as me. The third yard duty woman overheard my telling of the story and jumped in saying, "You have a problem with us calling the cops about those freaks? There have been some weird things happening."
My response, "I think we're the freaks here."
Yeah, I do.
Frankly, it makes me want to dress like a homeless man and walk along the creekbed during lunch time just to see what happens. Either we appreciate freedom. Or we don't.