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Last evening we got home more than a little late from church (and stopping to get gas and pick up a pizza), and while I'm throwing slices on a plate, Bobby returns a phone call from the answering machine. Turns out a family friend who walks our road regularly spotted a "box" that had jewelry in it on the side of the road, and he picked up the jewelry, thinking it might be mine from the robbery last summer. We wolfed down our food and headed over, only to find out it wasn't. It really wasn't a big surprise. A box of your jewelry isn't likely to turn up on the side of the road seven months after it's taken. So this morning I called our investigator and left her a message. I didn't really know who else to call. (Have you ever seen how many phone numbers/departments there are for the county?) She forwarded the information on to the proper person, and he came out to pick up the jewelry and go look for the box. I hope they can identify who it belongs to and return it to her. So many times we would say "If we could just get this back, it would be nice." What may be junk jewelry to someone else is the  earrings your 11 year old brother saved up his allowance to buy as he gave you one of the few presents he's ever given you in his lifetime. And that jewelry box that looks like a hundred others?  To its owner it represents her first Christmas as a married person.

So all this is running through my mind and I'm hoping that the jewelry will actually make it back to its owner as I'm waiting on a police car, and then I realize how routine this is. Unlike television, there's no flashing lights (not that I have neighbors to see them), no drama, just a simple explanation, presentation of drivers license and signing of an evidence form, with constant interruptions from a dog who is sniffing of the officer, his gun, his cuffs, his shoes, his pants, his car, and I'm hoping he doesn't start sniffing the man's behind, which is one of Buster's favorite things to do.  How's that for handing over what we think is stolen jewelry?

I think our county officers often don't get the attention they deserve. People who live in cities don't realize the vast amount of territory these officers have to cover. And I'm appreciative of both the fact that we've not needed them a whole lot, but when we have, they have been very professional and done what they could. Unlike the Wake county school system, the Sherriff's Department more than earns my tax dollars.

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