My wife and I relocated to Oak Ridge Tennessee to fulfil employment requirements. We rented a condo on the west side of town and I didn't get any type of immediate sensations that would make me suspicious that we were not the only inhabitants of what I lovingly call "the crack-house". As I said we live in a quiet little area of Oak Ridge where most of the residents are retired couples. Lot's of people ask me. "Why do you call your home the crack-house?" Well the answer is quite simple. A big crack runs through it. We rent so I don't complain much. It was about two years in to our residency when I started to get unsettled.