Sooo...
Police occasionally drive down my street and it just happened to be the day today. I'm working on my SUV in my garage and our local law enforcement representative happened to be driving by while watching me enter the vehicle with a can of beer in my hand. He stops at the end of my driveway gets out and walks up and start saying something about the beer. I invited him to look into the cab of my vehicle and ask him to verify that the car is undrivable... Piles of wires bunched everywhere, three sets of flashlights, wires dangling from the ceiling, headrests off the seats. He laughed and I decided to mention that the alcoholic drivers in my neighborhood live at each house on the end of my block. 😈😈😈 (One of the two drinkers totaled his car recently.)
Beautiful day here, another Pleasant Valley Sunday here in status symbol land.
