I guess this imponderable is one of those things that makes a criminal a criminal and a law abiding citizen a law abiding citizen.

So riddle me this:

If a criminal sees someone in a neighborhood moving out of a house, why on earth would they want to break in and rummage AFTER everything has been moved out?

I guess we’ll never know.

The move took about three days with a bunch of small trips; mostly due to my recent vow to minimality of my possessions and general crap that I’ve accumulated over the years.

I took my PC, my new-old Mac iBook, CD’s, one dresser full of clothes (everything that didn’t fit went to the Goodwill on Cameron St), bare minimum kitchen stuff and only the bare necessities for Kaiya. (We took an afternoon a couple weeks ago and went through all of her stuff to give away as well. ‘Twas a good lesson for a four year old, I reckon.)

But the VALUABLES were gone. The shit that I absolutely need to live are secure in an undisclosed location somewhere in the belly of the HarrisTundra known as Midtown.

Ha! That’s right, bad guys! How’s it go? “Rats! Foiled again!”

Yeah, and you would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!

I, like many other Midtowners, let the snow sit through the rain and ice storm. By Friday morning my front three steps were like a block of concrete.

Being as physically lazy as I am, I opted to pay the kid a couple doors down twenty bucks to clear my steps. Sure, it was only three steps but the kid was out there for over an hour chipping away.

The kid also helped my friend with a van and I load the last of my stuff out of the house on Friday.

Did the kid, who lives in the Section 8 house two doors down that gets more foot traffic and visitors throughout the day than the bodega at the corner of Muench and Green, tip someone off to the fact that I had moved out and there was nobody around all day and night?

Who knows.

But the fact is, I moved out of that neighborhood because of it’s high propensity for crime.

The couple next door had their place broken into about two months ago, cars are broken into frequently and there’s a general air of ill refute on my old block.

Had I still resided there, I would likely be more angry.

But I knew it was coming.

It was just a matter of time.

After all, nothing was taken.

It would be like trying to steal a yard sale.

Adios, Penn Street.

Hello Midtown.