Need a ride?

A few young men apparently needed a ride to the Jersey Shore 4th of July morning, because they were trying to steal our car from the driveway! Despite the fact it was a holiday, my hubster's biological clock was still operating, because he woke up at 6 a.m. - the time he usually wakes up for work. He heard a rumpus in front of our house. Upon looking out the window, he saw two young blokes hop out of our "good" car and start to push it out of the driveway. The hubster scampered downstairs to call the police and then took a seat at the window to describe to the police the progress of the robbery. There was another car in the street (probably another stolen one, since it was a rather nice SUV) that then proceeded to push our car up the street - we think they were trying to pop the clutch to get it started. No luck. So they all left rather swiftly in the SUV. A police car arrived too late to see the "perps." Now I was out of bed and out in the street in my PJs. I was told not to touch "the evidence," which was the contents of our car's trunk scattered in the road. So our car was towed (at our expense) to the police station to be "dusted for prints," which there were plenty of since they had been pushing the car. We picked the car up later in the afternoon and then had to hose it down to get the print dust off. Well it was "Independence Day," was it not? Doesn't that mean you're independent to make your own decisions? And if that includes stealing someone's car - so be it. And there was our American flag, fluttering over our driveway as those young gents attempted to make off with our car, a symbol for them that they have the right to pursue happiness in our Infiniti. I don't like anyone touching my stuff! And I don't like those guys. If they were out at 6 a.m., I'm sure they just didn't wake up - I think they were out all night doing bad things! Maybe in the afterlife all this stuff will be balanced out. Maybe. Maybe not.

It's kind of 4th of July weekend

It could be 4th of July weekend if Monday weren't between Sunday and 4th of July. But it is. So it's only kind of 4th of July weekend. Nevertheless, in honor of this "special" weekend, we visited my town of origin today, Jersey City. (I actually go there frequently, but today was an honorary visit.) Here are some pictures I took on our trip:






That's downtown NYC and mid-town (see the Empire State Building?) from downtown JC. Had the downtown NYC picture been taken six years ago, you would have seen the World Trade Center towers there. . . no comment.



The bizarre building above is an abandoned power plant in Jersey City. Scary looking, isn't it. I think that's where Dr. Frankenstein hooked up the monster and used the lightening to get him going. The monster may still be stalking and stumbling around my beloved home town at night. Walking with his arms straight out and grunting.I hope I don't see him!