
So being a "projects" baby sitter doesn't sit well does it

Along time ago we lived in Ft. Pierce, FL. on our sailboat. One of the other live a' boards was a Ft. Pierce LEO. He lived on a house boat ala Travis McGee from one of John D. MacDonald novels.
Anyhow, he was a very gregarious guy who use to stop by for a adult beverage a few times a week. He use to tell me stories about dealing with folks in the projects. To this day I think he was often pulling my leg.
With that written he invited me to do a "drive along" which I did one night. Talk about Zombies...West Ft. Pierce was so bad at night, MrsMac and I would never get off of I95 at night and drive east to the marina. We would always get of in Vero Beach and take 1 south or Stuart and take 1 north.
The definition of animals comes to mind thinking of West Ft. Pierce...