“Around here there is a fleet of busses that run all morning and all afternoon and a few during the day. They are all but empty. Then there is the mile long line of cars that take kiddies to school and pick them up. All of this because of the thugs on the busses that can’t be controlled.”
That happened in our county about 3 decades ago with the bad seed of so called migrant workers. One area, labeled by our kids, as the 3 generation super Jock baby factory where big and strong kids from farms, ranches and dairies came from. So a bunch of these super jocks for a few weeks didn’t drive their pickups to school, they rode the buses.
As usual the bullies after the first really bad encounters for their side started behaving after being treated as blocking and tackling dummies or big footballs. The jocks’s parents, who were jocks and hard working guys, made house calls to the parents of the really bad bullies. The parents were informed if their bullies didn’t behave, they wouldn’t have any jobs in the country. The local deputies, who grew up in that area, started showing a strong presence at bus stops and following the buses.
THat’s how you do it!!!
I miss being home so much. We know a lot of people. My son had problems with someone cutting the lock on his gate so while home we staked the place out and found out who it was. Called the sherrif and gave the tag number and they asked who we were. The desk sergeant was a guy I went to school with and told my son he’d take care of it real soon. The tag belonged to a 50 something who was a thug in high school and never grew up. We sat in the woods on the tailgate watching. Sure enough, in about 15 minutes a patrol car drove by and in about another 10 minutes it came back by with a passenger in the back seat. We then got a call on the cell saying a tow truck would be by soon to get the pickup of the passenger. That was a year ago and we have not had any trouble since. It helps to know and be known by people. It can also be fun and rewarding!