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Today three very tall men in matching black suits appeared at my door to talk to my parents. I thought the mafia had put a hit out on my father, but alas, I was wrong. In fact, it was the Secret Service.
Why would the Secret Service decide to grace the peaceful Mancall-Bitel household with its intimidating presence, you ask?
Well apparently, my crazy across-the-street neighbor (not the one who painted the outside of his house with huge American-themed murals and is a regular on Howard Stern, but the one next door to him who never lets anybody in her house) has been threatening one George W. Bush (otherwise known as the president). Who knew this sixty-some-year-old Bel Air woman with the crazy dalmation could be considered a threat to national security?!
Although my brother and I hid in his room during this visit (still believing it was, in fact, a mafia hit), it made for a very interesting day indeed on Roscomare Road.
Why would the Secret Service decide to grace the peaceful Mancall-Bitel household with its intimidating presence, you ask?
Well apparently, my crazy across-the-street neighbor (not the one who painted the outside of his house with huge American-themed murals and is a regular on Howard Stern, but the one next door to him who never lets anybody in her house) has been threatening one George W. Bush (otherwise known as the president). Who knew this sixty-some-year-old Bel Air woman with the crazy dalmation could be considered a threat to national security?!
Although my brother and I hid in his room during this visit (still believing it was, in fact, a mafia hit), it made for a very interesting day indeed on Roscomare Road.