Crime & punishment


Some reports filed recently with Sandy Springs Police: 



Someone removed several items from an office in the 7800 block of Roswell Road. The items include an i-Pod. The business has a card-key entry system and no one used a key over the weekend however renovation crews were in. The i-Pod had been left on a desk. (Don’t leave items on your desk—especially over a weekend or even overnight. You can put an i-Pod in your pocket.)


Someone cut a hole in a fence in the 1200 block of Pitts Road and accessed an area where they took $800 in copper from the location.                                   


The victim told officers that a diamond ring is missing from a bathroom countertop where she last saw it. She said painters had been in the home in the 800 block of Jett Ferry. Make it a point that if you expect workers or anyone else you expect to have access to your home, do a walkthrough and secure anything and everything you consider valuable.




A renovation crew, working on an apartment, found a man inside. They called the police who went to the apartment. The man initially locked himself in the bedroom but thought about it and then came out. He said he had come in because the apartment was unlocked and warm inside.


An officer stopped a car with a tag that had been expired since 2005. The officer stopped the driver and asked about the decal on the car. Turns out it was taken from another car. The man said he bought it from another guy. At this point the man was arrest. The officer told the man he was going to handcuff him but the man resisted, pulling his arms away. The officer told the man to comply again but he didn’t. The officer then told the man he was going to taser him. The man then complied and was taken to jail. 

 This is a good example of why this is a dangerous profession folks. This guy knew that he was caught and still he resisted. I speak for myself but I can tell you that these tasers have saved a lot of people, including this guy from being seriously hurt or killed fighting with a police officer.


Other Things

A business owner called and said that someone posted a sexually explicit ad on Craig’s List Internet site using his business number as the contact number. He said he’s getting calls.


People with Issues

A Sandy Springs man reported that his brother has been using his name while racking up a number of traffic citations. He found out his brother didn’t bother paying any of them. 







4 comments Add your comment

Chris Broe

April 11th, 2009
9:49 am

In Detroit, in 1971, my 1964 Chevy Belair was stolen by a guy who lived down the street from my fraternity house. He was arrested and I was notified to be present during his trial. I was in the courtroom when his case came up and court-appointed lawyer got the case thrown out. I left the courtroom, and got on the elevator, which happened to be occupied by the guy (my age) who stole my car. We ignored each other during the six floor descent to the parking garage, where we both went our separate ways. (Now, I didn’t know this guy, but I saw him in court, so I knew he was the guy. It was only later that I realized he lived near me.)

A couple months later, the same guy stole my car again. I didn’t bother reporting it this time, and sure enough, my car was returned to the parking spot in front of my fraternity house in the morning. There were the same brand of empty wine bottles in the back seat as I noticed before, but otherwise, no damage. So, an uneasy truce evolved where this clown would occasionally (about once a fortnight) steal my car late at night for a joyride, but he’d return it soon enough.

He never once put any gas in it, so I controlled him by only putting in fifty cents worth of gas at a time. (about two and a half gallons in 1971).

True Story.

Postscript. The carjacker from hell finally stopped stealing my car. The keys were never left in it, but if you know anything about the 1964 Bel Air, then you’d know you didn’t need a key: the hooded ignition assembly was easily forced with pliers. I finally traded the old car in on a 1967 Olds Cutlass, (a fine, fine car, my fine friends).

You may wonder why I was so cool about my stolen car. Well, I’ll tell you why. In 1970, my 1961 Comet broke down in a Detroit neighborhood that some would kindly label as being on the wrong side of the tracks. I left it overnight and returned to find it completely destroyed; all the windows smashed, the tires slashed, the engine and battery and hoses all damaged. Wires all ripped out and strewn everywhere. Seats carved up. The reason I was in that particular neighborhood was because I worked at Chrysler, and was giving three co-worker-denizens of that particular neighborhood a ride home. One was constantly snorting blow. One would wave his pistol around inside the car to prove what a player he was to his two buddies; and one was this quieter guy who kept back-seat driving with one word comments about how I took this turn or that lane change etc. So, as I stood there, assessing the damage to my car, some rotund fifty-something woman came out of her house and started yelling at me, “You better get this car out of here! I’m not gonna look at this eyesore all day.” I waved and said, “I’ll call a tow truck”. She went back inside. I didn’t report it because I had purchased the car for only 50 dollars three months earlier, ($300 today), and I could always use my nanna’s car to get to work. Afterward, at work, we never spoke to each other again. I was transferred to a different part of the factory, and didn’t really see the three ride-sharing car-poolers anymore.

What I had surmised in 1970’s Detroit was that America was facing something called “Citizen Nullification” of all law, and that our social evolution as a country was lagging behind our economic and legal evolution. Now, I wasn’t one for being noble, but I instinctively knew that the transportation problems of one little person didn’t amount to a hill of beans in that crazy city…..but today I wish I had just signed over the title to my Bel Air’s joyrider. I know I didn’t get a penny for it anyway, because the white salesman-thief ripped me off when I traded for the Cutlass. (But used-car sales tactics are legal, and joyriding isn’t.)


Today, with cool historical perspective, I hope both GM and my old Detroit acquaintances are fine.

Post-Postscript: I got the ‘64 Bel Air from my girlfriend’s dad, who was a mechanic. This girl, named Esther, looked like Sophia Loren, (pure Sicilian). How I let her get away is the real tragedy here, not the stinking cars.

I think she broke up with me cause I didn’t have a cool-enough car. I hated the seventies, man.


April 11th, 2009
4:38 pm

I can somewhat believe the last story you put up about the brother using his sibling’s name while racking up traffic violations. My ex-fiance had a friend show up out of the blue saying she had an emergency and needed to barrow a car. Foolishly, my ex allowed her to use her jeep. The so-called friend wound up getting pulled over by Cobb County’s finest and given a ticket for running a red light and no ID. Bad thing was my ex was already fighting a suspended license & no proof of insurance in court and wasn’t supposed to be driving period. Thankfully, I was able to get her a decent lawyer that was able to step in and get the charges reduced and it didn’t wind up coming back to bite her. Moral of the story though, if a friend you haven’t seen in a while suddenly shows up asking to barrow your car, it’s probably not a good idea to be so agreeable.
Oh funny sidenote, a PI showed up a few days later trying to track her down because apparently she had taken up identity theft for a living and had hal shal I put this politely… Screwed some other people in the same way and worse. What’s that old saying, Keep your enemies close and your friends closer? :) Have a Happy Easter Steve!


April 12th, 2009
4:29 pm

Actually Dave, it’s keep your friends close and your enemies closer. You may wish to keep a dictionary closest though…………..

Chris Broe: That was a really cool story. Why did you have to ruin it by reverting to race baiting tactics with the white salesman line?


April 16th, 2009
5:33 pm

Everything’s about race with you isn’t it fredneck? Nothing’s as lame as an insecure, uneducated whiteboy from southern Ga.