There were three break-ins on June 8 where I live on the west side. I’m just now feeling a little secure. These teen punks knew exactly where to go by talking to an informant at the Artesian Commons.
When I was growing up it was just a pipe coming out of the ground, where the citizens could go for artesian water. The city fathers renamed it, put up some tile and a little paint and have made it very comfortable for the transients to congregate all day and night. No one else can go there.
The thugs needed money for food and personal items so they walked up the west side “to where the old people live.” They had box cutters for the screens and flashlights and didn’t find it too hard to get in.
The police did a wonderful job of using dogs to track them. All the stolen items were recovered and the thieves were apprehended. They got what they wanted; only it is being paid for by the taxpayer.
When we wanted something during the Depression and war years, we worked for it. Only made 20 or 25 cents an hour but it was honest labor. I know it can never be like it was when we were growing up. We still reminisce when we get together for lunch. A lot of laughs and warm memories of Olympia.
Shirley J. McCulloch