My grandson David came over for my birthday three months ago and brought a cardboard box. He spent an hour drilling holes into my front porch siding. He said it was a Ring doorbell. It cost him a hundred dollars.<\/p>\n
He told me it would keep me safe and that now I could see exactly who was at the door without having to walk all the way from the kitchen. I thought it sounded like a bit of a nuisance, but I thanked him anyway. He showed me how to use the app on my phone. It looked simple enough.<\/p>\n
The first week was a disaster. I got forty-seven notifications on my phone. The mailman was there. The neighbor\u2019s cat was there. The wind blew a plastic bag across the porch, and my phone started dinging like a slot machine. I felt like I had to answer every single one. I would tap the little green microphone icon and say,\u00a0\u201cWho is there?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0I thought it was just being polite. If someone is standing on my porch, it is only right to say hello. The FedEx driver got so tired of me asking him about his day through the speaker that he started leaving all my packages at the house next door.<\/p>\n By the second week, I had stopped caring about the privacy settings. I broadcast my phone calls to the porch speaker without even thinking. My friend Helen called me to go over her colonoscopy results. It took eleven minutes. I left the porch audio on the whole time. The entire block heard every detail about Helen\u2019s digestive health. The Homeowners Association sent me a formal letter by Thursday. They said I was disturbing the peace. I told them that I was just keeping up with my social life.<\/p>\n The third week, I decided I wanted a better view, so I expanded the motion zone to include the entire street. I figured I should know what was happening in my neighborhood. I started greeting passing cars as they drove by. I would watch them through the camera and shout,\u00a0\u201cDrive safe!\u201d<\/span>\u00a0or\u00a0\u201cSlow down!\u201d<\/span>\u00a0One jogger actually stopped in the middle of the road and filed a formal noise complaint with the city. I was just trying to be a good citizen.<\/p>\n David came over to check on me last Friday. He looked at my phone and sighed.\u00a0\u201cGrandma, you have answered three hundred and forty times this month,\u201d<\/span>\u00a0he said. He tapped the screen to show me a graph.\u00a0\u201cYou have an eighty-seven percent response rate. That is higher than most customer service businesses.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0I told him I was just being polite. He looked at me like I had lost my mind. I told him it was important to be present in the world. He just shook his head.<\/p>\n My most active hour is three in the morning. I do not sleep very well these days. It is quiet, and the camera keeps me company. I have been having long conversations with the raccoons that visit my porch.<\/p>\n They are surprisingly good listeners. David saw a clip of me talking to one last Tuesday. He groaned and put his head in his hands.\u00a0\u201cYou told a possum to wipe its feet, Grandma,\u201d<\/span>\u00a0he said. I told him the porch needed to stay clean. He did not find it as funny as I did.<\/p>\n Then he pulled up a specific video. It was two in the morning on a Tuesday. The footage was grainy, but the motion sensor had\u00a0caught<\/span>\u00a0everything perfectly. A man in a dark hoodie walked up to my front door. He looked around, checking the windows. Then he reached out and tried my door handle. It was locked, of course. I was wide awake, watching the live feed from my bed. I pressed the button and spoke into the microphone.\u00a0\u201cHarold, bingo is on Thursday,\u201d<\/span>\u00a0I said firmly.<\/p>\n The man jumped back like he had been struck by lightning. He looked directly into the camera lens with his eyes wide and panicked. He did not say a word. He just turned around and ran down the driveway as fast as he could. I watched him disappear into the shadows of the streetlights. I felt quite\u00a0proud<\/span>\u00a0of myself. I thought I had just scared off a neighborhood nuisance. I went back to sleep feeling like a guardian of the block.<\/p>\n David did not look\u00a0proud<\/span>. He looked pale. He sat on my sofa and tapped his phone screen to show me the news report. The police had identified the man from my footage within an hour.<\/p>\n They said he was wanted in three different counties for a string of break-ins. He was a dangerous person. He had been lurking in our neighborhood for a week, watching houses and checking handles. He had even tried to get into the house down the street earlier that same night.<\/p>\n I felt a shiver run down my spine. The house felt too big and the windows felt too thin. I started to shake a little bit. David grabbed my hand to steady me.\u00a0\u201cYou didn\u2019t know,\u201d<\/span>\u00a0he said softly. I nodded, but I couldn\u2019t speak. I thought about how many times I had been awake, staring at that screen, waiting for something to move. I thought about how many times I had spoken into the dark, thinking I was just being a good neighbor.<\/p>\n David told me what the man said when the police finally\u00a0caught<\/span>\u00a0him. They had questioned him about why he ran from my house. He had been shivering and sweating, completely\u00a0rattled<\/span>\u00a0by the encounter.<\/p>\n He told the officer exactly what happened when he heard my voice coming from the porch speaker. The officer wrote it down in the report, and David read it out loud to me.\u00a0\u201cThat old lady never sleeps,\u201d<\/span>\u00a0the man had said.\u00a0\u201cShe is always just waiting for me to show up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I looked at the doorbell on the wall. It looked so small and innocent. I realized then that I wasn\u2019t just watching the neighborhood. I was being watched back. I sat there in the silence of my living room, and for the first time in months, I didn\u2019t want to look at the screen. I just wanted to close my eyes and forget that anyone was out there at all. I looked at David, and he just held my hand tighter.\u00a0\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d<\/span>\u00a0he whispered. I don\u2019t think it is.<\/p>\n