Thanks everyone for the tips. The problem with our HOA board is they're all talk and never follow up on anything.
I live in Sarasota which has spotty zoning (actually none). There's a small development behind ours that used to have an active HOA, but people lost interest and now there is none. The place has really gone down. I wish that we had used more due diligence and checked things out more thoroughly before we moved here.
In that one little semi-circle of a street with maybe 30 homes, there are quite a few foreclosed, totally abandoned, one with an absentee owner who is in jail for life but somehow pays his taxes and keeps the house. It has grass a couple feet tall, is falling apart. Last week someone broke into one of the empty houses and set a fire. One of the renters of a house there went to the local Wal-Mart, gave a ride supposedly home to a really gullible woman in the Wal-Mart parking lot, went to his home and asked her to wait in his truck til he got something from the house. It was a machete---he took her prisoner in his house for 29 hours. After the multiple rapes she finally escaped on her 3rd try. Needless to say I'm getting really nervous.
The cops here are starting to finally patrol. We need to put more heat on them. I hate to be the squeaky wheel right now, just glad I'm off the pain meds and can start asserting myself more.
Living in a run down housing area when rent was so cheap we could afford to save for a home we were to learn something about security.
First there was a no pet clause in the lease. We could not change our locks without leaving a spair key at the office so we installed a simple dead bolt to the top of the door frame inside. We put nails in the window frames so the windows could not be opened more then 12 inches.
3 weeks after moving in an elderly couple up the road met a fate that caused our cops, seasoned veterans to become ill at the sight. Someone entered their apartment, hacked them to death and burned down the whole place.
Within 24 hours there was a run on the gun stores, this scared the police more then anything I believe as we have open carry up here. Because the rent was so cheap one can imagine the history's of 3/4 of the tenants, working folk like us roughed it out to move on to our new home , but for the most part the tenants had long rap sheets and had no place else to go.
The police got together with the landlords and in cooperation with the SPCA went on a campain of " forget the gun, get a dog." Workers came into the neighborhood and started with the elderly and if they were able to care for a dog. If they were, then a pound dog was selected for them according to their and the dogs needs.
Allot of civil rights were suspended, anyone wanting a dog had to be checked out, no Pit Bulls or Rotties, Dobs or the like. Only Adult dogs to be adopted and the largest dogs allowed were the rescued Grayhounds.
We got a 5 pound taco bell dog that thought he was a Great Dane, 2 years old and one nasty cuss to strangers. It took us a few weeks before the dog would come near us, he hated everyone. We totally ignored him, kept his water and food full, we could not walk the hellion as we could not get near him to put a leash on him.
That little SOB dog soon was at the door waiting for us to come home from work and began to follow us about the apartment to watch what we were doing. Patience was the word, a few months went by before we could have company, but, as part of the SPCA and volunteer vets in the area we had free health care for 18 months, as did everyone who adopted.
This plan worked for us, yes we kept our guns but in the middle of the night the dogs sharp ears would cause a ruckus if anyone were outside. For the next 18 months or so the crime rate fell to the bottom, only police calls were domestic problems or the occasional drug raid.
I hear of false security however with some quick thinking Police and the SPCA and their trained staff of matching people to their [ in a way service dogs ] did much more to insure confidence in their lives then buying a gun they had no idea how to load, clean or fire.
We never caught the killer
but if they had come back to prey on seniors they were in for a shock, not only did the seniors own guns and know how to use them, thanks to free training but there was some nasty ankle biters ready to defend their pack.