The town that abuts our community is an old mill town that attracted a large population of island immigrants when the thread and textile mills supported the community. When the mills closed in the 1960's and 1970's, the people stayed on but there is little to no other work in the area. The result is a population that includes about 70% welfare recipients, a massive drug and prostitution presence. Crime is rampant. This is not a city but a a town with a population of about 17,000. This past Monday, my friend Barry had come into the shop around 5am and worked all day. He left about 7 at night and stopped at a very nice and well lit Cumberland Farms gas station in the abutting town. He went inside to grab a coffee and when he was approaching cashier, the guy in front of him who was wearing a ball cap with the brim pulled low and a hoodie over his head and had, spilled his own coffee all over the counter. Barry, being a helpful kind of guy, reached out and spread his arm across the counter to the coffee wouldn't drip into the candy rack beneath. While Barry and the cashier were trying to get the coffee mopped up, he put his keys on the counter for a minute. When he went outside to to get in his van, he discovered he didn't have his keys. However, they weren't inside the gas station. He got the manager to run the surveillance tape and low and behold, the guy who spilled his coffee had slipped Barry's keys into his pocket and left immediately. To make a very long story just a little shorter, the police were called and they explained that this is a common crime. The key thief waits nearby but out of sight and when the vehicle owner leaves either by calling for a ride or walking home, they simply steal the car or at the very least, the content. Since Barry's van was loaded with 3 laptop computers, thousands of dollars worth of Drones, and high tech video equipment that he uses with the drones, there was no way he was going to leave the vehicle. So he climbed in and stayed there all night waiting for the locksmith to open in the morning. In the end, it cost him $180 to get the new can keys. Talk about a long night! He did entertain us with stories of the characters that came and went into the station or through the parking lot during the night. They were all of the low-life variety. The cautionary tale is to beware of putting your keys anyplace but in your own pocket.