I always felt safe in this sleepy bedroom town. Taking a stroll on the beach at night to look at the stars was a peaceful way to release my anxiety and fears and talk to my Higher Power.
In the past 10 years the population has doubled, there are now tall concrete condos on the beach road, tacky touristy stores, and traffic is a nightmare. Then the criminals from the east coast began to invade our peaceful community.
Now Bonita Springs, once a dot on a map between the celebrity mansions of Naples and the historic homes (like Edison's winter home) of Fort Myers has faced an increase in violent crime. Tonight's news is a wake-up call. Maybe it's time for me to buy a gun. Still, unless we walk around wearing holsters, how can we protect ourselves from a home invasion?
The world has gone completely mad. Genocide in Darfur, war in Iraq and, in what used to be a quiet fishing village, home invasion. I can just see the travel brochures of the future. "Welcome to Bonita Springs. Take your bathing suit, your fishing rod, your suntan oil...and don't forget the Glock."