Lights. Camera. Action.

3:30 a.m., Sunday morning.

I am deep in slumberland, when suddenly I am jolted awake by flashing lights streaming through the mini-blinds. "STOP THE CAR. NOW!" echos through my bedroom like a loudspeaker is sitting on my nightstand. Shortly thereafter, "PULL THE PARKING BREAK!" follows, equally as loud.

Not a peep out of the dogs. No barking. Nothing. Mona is just snoring away like a bear and doesn't budge.

I stumble out of bed and go to the window, pulling apart the mini blinds like an expert nosey neighbor. A teenage boy and a cop are now talking loudly on the sidewalk, just two houses from mine across the street. The cop seems to be trying to give the kid a sobriety test, but the kid is not cooperating. I see the cop demonstrate how the kid needs to put his arms out to each side to do the famous straight line walking test. After a few futile attempts and lots of arm-waving, it's pretty clear this kid is unable to walk straight, if at all. Two unmarked police cars pull up behind the first. I guess this unruly kid was too much for one occifer to handle.

The voices get louder, and now there seems to be two more adults outside, perhaps the kid's parents or maybe an adult male passenger who was riding with the kid. The adult male voice is hollering at the kid, trying to reason with him and talk him into taking the breathalyzer test that he was apparently refusing to take. "Blow, just blow, Paul... you're gonna have to do some time in jail, anyway, so you might as well just blow..." A few more back-and-forth arguments, and I see the kid get cuffed and stuffed into the back of the police car. The car he was driving gets towed.

Back to bed at 4:15 a.m.

Ah yes, another exciting weekend in corn country.