Sunday, June 12, 2022

Loose Ends

Thus far, the only things I've done this weekend, besides try to beat the intense heat, is to have tied up a few loose ends.

Remember that coffee mug I wanted to buy, but didn’t trust the vendor as my card had been hacked last time I’d ordered off that site?

Figuring the mug would eventually show up on a site I trust, it finally did and arrived in yesterday’s mail.


The purchase doesn’t mean I believe Johnny's side of the story, I just think the quote is hilarious and a great souvenir of the latest Trial of the Century.

I need another coffee mug like I need a hole in the head. I don’t even have sufficient space for the mugs I currently own — mostly Starbucks mugs, but who know if some or all will be worth something in future.

My blog friend Dawn recently did a post saying mugs are top sellers at the Antique Mall where she buys, sells, works. That "people have a penchant for mugs and cups to drink out of or display", so my mug collection might be of some little value in future.

This is where life took me yesterday …

Get Your Kicks

The song says to "Get your kicks on Route 66", but I didn’t get any kicks while driving down the 66 Corridor as it runs through a neighboring city while on the way to pick up a needlepoint floss color I’d run out of and was not available locally. I did, however, pass a Barnes & Noble.

Remembering the need to check Randy Rainbow’s autograph to see how it appears in other books, I pulled in.

Unfortunately, this is one loose end that cannot be so easily solved, because the bookstore only had unsigned copies.

My buddy Apache stopped by Friday afternoon, and I finally remembered to ask him about his sister’s stolen truck and how he got into his apartment that day.

If you will recall, it was Friday the 13th when his sister took him to the casino to celebrate his birthday and, while inside, sister’s truck was stolen from the casino’s parking lot.

Inside the truck were the keys to Apache's apartment. His manager did not have a duplicate set and his social worker, who did have a duplicate set, was in Mexico.

I suggested a locksmith, but Apache’s plan was to burglarize his own apartment — break in with a crowbar.

So how did he get in you ask?

He took my advice, called a locksmith.

Sister’s truck was eventually recovered, but it was totaled from having been in an accident.

It's sad how people, who obviously can’t drive, should not be driving, steal an automobile from someone else, go on a joy ride, wreck it, walk away scott free, leaving the automobile's owner high and dry.

I had that happen to me years ago, when I was still a relatively young mother raising teen daughters.

The girls were both in high school and each had an after school work experience job.

Driving a Toyota back then, I’d dropped Twin 2 off at her mall job. When it was time to pick her up, I walked outside and no Toyota — it had been stolen.

The police later spotted it, and there was a car chase that ended with the Toyota being totaled.

I never heard what happened to the guys caught with the car — probably not as much as I’d like to have had happen to them but I did get a call to come to the yard, sign off on the car.

Sad as it was to see my ride banged up/totaled out, I considered myself lucky, because the guy on the lot said the wrecked car next to mine had been stolen along with its female driver, who was later found raped and murdered.

It was a good 15 years before I could afford to buy another car/take on car payments again, or even wanted to own a car or drive. In the interim, it was buses, cabs, and you wouldn’t believe the horrible traumatic experiences I’ve had on those modes of transportation.

12 comments:

  1. A friend's truck was stolen on a Wednesday but later found abandoned, damaged but still drivable. So our friend fixed it up and damn if it wasn't stolen a second time, again on a Wednesday, probably by the same thieves. This time they torched it though so bye-bye truck. It's the double Wednesday date of theft that intrigues me the most.

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    1. That's evil. The thieves were obviously angry that the car was recovered and fixed up, so they wanted to make sure fixing up didn't happen again. Sounds like young punks with an omnipotent attitude. I hope your friend isn't being targeted because, if she is, they'll be back for her next car.

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    2. All has been quiet since then, touch wood.

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  2. I'm 5 minutes from route 66 in St. Louis.

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    1. How interesting. Do you have any markers? It would be fun for those of us bloggers along Route 66 to post photos of what, in their area, is done to show the famous route.

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    2. Yes, there are signs all over the place about "historic 66".

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  3. I remember a neighbor's car being stolen, only to have it show up a few days later about a block away. Remorse?
    Sorry about your Toyota. Public transit in America leaves much to be desired!

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    1. Remorse or something scared him into giving up on the theft.

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  4. Bummer for no car while raising kids. We need something to "mark" the robbers like what happens when bundles of money are stolen and they're sprayed with ink. I used to have a locking gas cap since the '70s gas shortage. Not sure if I can get one on my new-to-me car from my son. Linda in Kansas

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    1. Not a bad idea. I recall there was mention of a car alarm that gave an electric shock but, of course, it was outlawed because the poor thief might get hurt.

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  5. I have done Route 66 - Christine https://cmlk79.blogspot.com

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