Last weekend we were in Minnesota for my nephew’s high school graduation. It was a quick trip because my youngest son is in school until June 17th! Yes, you read that correctly.
It’s always fun to go back. We make it back to Minnesota at least once a year. My husband and I are from a rural farm community (translation: small town). My husband and I graduated from the same high school that my nephew was graduating from. My sister and brother-in-law graduated from there. My husband’s three sisters graduated from there. My mom taught in this school system. I have two cousins who teach there. We have a lot of connections to this town.
We flew in Friday and started on our 2 ½ trip to our hometown. My sister-in-law picked us up from the airport. We hit Jamba Juice on the way out of the Cities. We stopped on our trip to have lunch with my mother-in-law and stepfather-in-law. During this drive, my sister called and asked if we could come straight to their house to help set up a tent for the graduation party. Sure!
We arrived at their house and asked what we could do to help get ready for the party. My sister-in-law and I were tasked with taping pictures onto the photo boards. We were in the house working. My husband, J, my sister and brother-in-law were outside putting up the tent. S decided he would walk around their yard and check things out. My sister and brother-in-law moved into this house about 9 months ago. Not a problem.
We hadn’t been at their house for 30 minutes when my sister came inside laughing. As they were outside putting up the tent, a cop pulled up to the house and sat there looking at what was taking place. My sister walked over to see if he needed anything. She said he seemed rather embarrassed; at this point, a second cop car pulled up to the house. They had received a call that they needed to do a welfare check at the house. Why? Because S who has CP and uses crutches was walking around outside...by himself. The horror of this!
We all laughed at the situation. S just wanted to know why no one bothered to ask him anything. Again, he was outside at 4:30 pm with 3 other adults and his 17 year old brother. He looked like he might need some help (I need a sarcasm font here).
This made for a great conversation piece at my nephew’s party. Everyone there either knows my son or knows of my son. They know he is a college student. Not really needing a welfare check. The biggest discussion was, “Which neighbor called the cops?”
The best part of this whole story is it made the police log in the paper! You have to love small towns.
I will be on the couch with chocolate...still laughing at this story.