Mom mob

In 1932, my mother was a little girl living in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn. One summer a man was roaming the neighborhood, breaking into apartment buildings and exposing himself to lone children in elevators. The women of the neighborhood quickly banded together, set up lawn chairs and umbrellas on rooftops, and equipped with hardboiled eggs to eat, knitting to pass the time, and glass milk bottles as ammunition, waited day and night for the offender to appear.

My mother named the army of women, "The Milk Bottle Brigade," and although they never had the pleasure of catching the perp, he was eventually spotted by "The Bread Basket Brigade," apprehended and thrown in jail.