April 11, 2009 -- I have a friend who is
president of his homeowners association in the Dallas , Texas suburbs.
They were having a terrible problem with litter near some of his
association' s homes. The reason according to Wallace (my friend) is
that six very large, luxurious new houses are being built right next to
The trash was coming from the Mexican
laborers working at the construction sites and included
bags from McDonald's, Burger King and 7-11, plus coffee cups, napkins,
cigarette butts, coke cans, empty bottles, etc. He went to see the site
supervisor and even the general contractor, politely urging them to get
their workers not to litter the neighborhood, to no avail. He called
the city, county, and police and got no help there either. So
here's what his community did. They organized about twenty folks, named
themselves The "Inner Neighborhood
Services" group, and arranged to go out at lunch time and
"police" the trash themselves.
It is what they did while picking up the
trash that is so hilarious.
They bought navy blue baseball caps and had
the initials "INS" embroidered in gold on the caps. It doesn't take a
rocket scientist to understand what they hoped people might mistakenly
the letters really stand for. After the Inner Neighborhood Services
group's first lunchtime pickup detail, with all of them wearing their
caps and some carrying cameras, 46 out of the total of 68
construction workers did not show up for work the next morning -- and
haven't come back yet.
It has been
ten days now!
The General Contractor, I'm told, is madder
than hell, but can't say anything publicly because he could be busted
for hiring illegal aliens. Wallace and his bunch can't be accused of
impersonating federal personnel, because they have the official name of
the group recorded in their homeowner association minutes along with a
notation about the vote to approve formation of the new subcommittee --
and besides, they informed the INS in advance of their plans and
Wallace, the INS said basically, "Have at it!"
SO, FOLKS, I THINK YOU COULD SAY THAT TEXAS
INGENUITY TRIUMPHS AGAIN!
comment: This reminds me of the time, last summer, I came out of
Jim's Market at Banks, Oregon. There was a crowd of teenaged boys
around a car containing two pretty girls parked in the handicapped
space next to the supermarket door. Rather than threatening them
with a call to the cops, a sudden thought came to me. I told one
of the boys, "That's a shame, isn't it?"
"What's a shame?" he asked.
Pointing at the girls' car, I said,
"Life can be so damned hard, at times. I mean, two pretty girls
who should be having the best time of their lives, and one or both of
them is crippled."
Then, as I walked off, shaking my head
sadly, the boy ran to the car and told the girls what I had said.
The car started up instantly, and moved out of the handicapped
spot. I should get a medal for that one if for no other reason
than I managed to get all the way to my car before I started