A New Home for Mr. Sleepy
An investigation of a shady house leads a sober reporter to the story of a lifetime
My bank teller, Debra, called me out of line one day and said, “I need your news team to take back my neighborhood.” She was upset about a busy crack house directly across from her home. It had been a persistent problem for years. “I’ve called the police and the mayor more times that I can count,” Debra said. “The city boards up the doors and windows, but before long someone rips off the plywood and restarts the cocktail party that goes on 24 hours a day. I can’t sit on my front porch or let my children go outside.” She told me her grandmother had purchased her home during...
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