Neighborhood Crime and the San Antonio Police Department

It has been two years to the day since I have moved to San Antonio, Texas. My wife and I purchased our first home in what we thought was a quiet neighborhood on the southwest side of the city. We were so happy to finally own a home for our daughter to grow up in, put up the white picket fence and have the dog play in the yard, that we didn't really notice that something was not quite right.

Our neighborhood was still being constructed (and still is). There were trucks, tractors and workers on our street all day, everyday. We didn't think much of it, just thought that "once this place is done, it will be so nice". The movers finally delivered all of our belongings from our last house about three days after we bought the house. We had this old, ratty wicker bench that we had placed on our front porch. The next morning, I went outside to admire our new neighborhood, and "poof", our bench was gone. I couldn't believe that someone needed a bench so badly that they would walk off with it. This was just the beginning.

Shortly after my bench decided it did not like its new porch, I talked to our security person (who happened to be an off-duty San Antonio Police Department officer, SAPD) about my bench. He basically told my that I shouldn't have left it there. Yeah, I see. Maybe it should have gone in my downstairs half bathroom. I shrugged it off and thought "I needed a new one anyways".