The cops come to my house yesterday. They were responding to a neighbor's complaint about my RV. By the way, there's nothing more enjoyable than having the police show up at your door because someone called them on you, listen to your story, then leave after apologizing for bothering you. Well, actually it wasn't the 'police', but the security guards here in this gated community where we've been renting a house. The reason for the complaint? I had a 35' Winnebago motor home parked outside my house. Now, anybody who's read my stuff should realize that out of all the things I've done in my life that could've required police intervention, parking an RV outside falls way down on the list.