La Migra

Before I go off on my topic, let me just say that I love where we live. It's a great area of San Antonio with great schools, great shopping close by, and 7 minutes from Sea World and Fiesta, TX. It's a great place to raise children despite the horrendous traffic. We are happy!

However, we sometimes wish we could have interviewed our neighbors before moving in. We are one of three Hispanic families that live on our block...there's us, one family that lives 4 houses down and the other is our next door neighbor. My theory that the house next door is a halfway house filled with juvenile felons has yet to be discredited. When we first moved in back in March 2006, Eddy swears that he met a "parent-like" figure that owned the house, but we haven't seen this alleged adult rear his head since we moved in. There are literally 7-9 cars parked in the garage, driveway, and/or street at any given time after 2:30 p.m., none of which are new and all appear to be driven by teenagers. More cars end up on the street when one of the cars is being worked on on the driveway. The oldest person I have seen is approximately 23 years of age, and he has to be the most obnoxious one of the entire herd for blasting his tejano music (no offense intended to my people) from his teal low-rider truck. This is the elegant truck that is always in the driveway appearing to be having mechanical work done with music blasting. AHHHHH!

Yesterday, when my dad and stepmom arrived at our house, the truck was in the neighbor's driveway blasting the tejano music with nobody in sight, and my dad, being the former deportation officer that he is, yelled from the street in a joking manner, "What the hell is this? Call La Migra!" My face turned red, but my father did what no one else on this street has had the nerve to do for the past 2 1/2 years.

It was great, and we have yet to hear the music blasting today. It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't constantly committing neighborly fouls. If it's not the music, it's their dog getting in to our yard to anger the Bubs, late night (we're talking midnight here people) honks from visitors looking to pick up one of the many little pre-teens living in the house, parties with loud music, cars peeling out past 11 p.m., or stealing one of the trees from our neighborhood to replace a tree in their front yard that died. Fortunately, another neighbor busted them and called the cops on them, but they still had the nerve to try and put it up in their front yard. We're talking real winners here! How they manage to afford a home upwards of $200k is beyond me.