People talk about something happening in their own back yard. That’s literally the case for me. We share a back yard fence with the Skeltons, which is the reason the FBI paid us a visit twice. Unfortunately, we didn’t have much to offer. We hadn’t seen the kids since the Sunday before Thanksgiving.
There’s nothing new to report. The search went on all day and will resume in the morning.
It’s odd to think that a national story – international, I suppose – really is happening in my back yard.