As a kid, I worked for Achtenhagen Services in the Big Bend/Muskego area. I was in charge of a lawn maintenance crew. It was a lot of fun and I loved just about every minute of working there. I don’t think that I’ve ever had a boss that was more fun than Bart Achtenhagen.
Though I loved mowing lawns, there was one apartment complex that I absolutely despised: Burr Oaks in Waukesha.
Burr Oaks is on the corner of Highway 59 and Oakdale Dr. On the south side of the property there is a huge hill that falls from south to north. On more than one occassion, I almost lost a big mower (and, well, my life) off the side of a 10-foot railroad tile wall that is located at the bottom of the hill.
There was also a time at Burr Oaks that we could not leave after the job because the police found a murdered body in a home across the street from the apartment complex. Nice.
It didn’t really surprise me, yesterday, when I heard the story of the pipe bombs that were found in that complex. Don’t get me wrong, the complex itself isn’t bad, but for some reason there are a lot of hoodlums that live in about a six block area near Burr Oaks. I never understood that, either. It’s not a low-income neighborhood. It just has a higher instance of gangbangers, white trash, and rednecks.
From JSOnline:
Police evacuated dozens of residents for hours Wednesday as a Milwaukee County Bomb Squad crew detonated three pipe bombs found in the basement of an apartment building.
The building, at 1159 Burr Oak Blvd., was once the home of David J. Emiley, who is serving a prison sentence after police found an assault rifle hidden in a heating vent in his apartment, a pistol-grip shotgun stored in a secret compartment in a dresser drawer and a handgun and bullet-filled magazine inside a hollowed-out book.
Police discovered the weapons in April 2007 after Emiley accidentally discharged the assault rifle in his apartment and a bullet tore through his wall, across a parking lot, through the wall of another apartment and landed on a bed, according to court records.
Eek. There goes the neigborhood (again).