Friday, May 13, 2011
This afternoon has been a quiet one. I was the only one home besides my yorkie, Martini. I was trying to catch up on blogs, FB a little, but mostly enjoy the quiet that eludes my house most of the time.
Then I had the bright idea of searching PublicData.com. I have a subscription to it in order to check out potential boyfriends/girlfriends of my kids, possible employees, and find out just where the sex offenders lurking in my neighborhood are. FYI, the sex offender search is free. You just type in your zip code.
Well, I happened to type in my son's name out of curiosity. Bingo. Hit. Busted.
Said son then walked into the house.
"Son, have you ever been arrested?"
"No Mom, why?"
"Well then someone with your birthday, name and description has, several times. Maybe it's not you. There's something funky about the description. 6'3", that fits, 190 lbs, that fits, brown hair, that fits. But under eyes it says none found."
"Well then, see Mom, it's not me. I still have my eyes."
"Not so fast Son. The address listed is MY address and the phone number listed is MY phone number."
Son laughs his nervous laugh and comes a little closer to inspect the records.
"Wow, Son there are records here from Clackamas County, Multnomah County, Portland Police and the Oregon State police."
"I swear Mom the only time I was arrested was when I ran away from home when I was 16 and they said my "magical" knife was a concealed weapon."
Oh how I remember the police officer calling me that day. He was laughing and apologetic at the same time. Seems Son was the ring leader of a group of kids that decided to run away. He bought a "knife" from a magic shop to "protect" them. The officer explained that it was an "artsy knife like" thing but it was over the length for a concealed weapon and he had no choice but to arrest my son. Just for the record I left Son sitting in the juvi cell for the longest period of time I could. I wanted him to imagine all sorts of torturous things I would do to him when I got my hands on him.
"Well Son, these are all when you were 18 and 19. Any explanation?"
"Yeah, I guess so. It all started when I got a ticket and didn't pay it so they suspended my license. Then I got caught several times driving with a suspended license. But Mom, I SWEAR I never went to jail!"
Boy how I love seeing the kids squirm sometimes.
Oh I love publicdata.com. You never know what you're going to find.