Friday, August 24, 2012

From the 25th floor

Every morning and evening, there's a changing of the guards at our complex, and the one to the right of  ours. A dozen or so men dressed in fatigues, line up and make their rounds to relieve their counterparts, peeling off pair by pair until all security kiosks are manned.
When we first moved here, I thought it was overkill.
But, having them here adds to the safety of where we live,
and I am thankful for how serious they take their jobs as security around here..
No rent-a-cops here.
They're the real deal.

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