I came home last night, got off the train as usual and went to get in my car. Well, guess what? It wasn’t where I left it!!! It took about 15 minutes of walking around in the remains of Jeanne for it to sink in that some miscreant had STOLEN IT!! Gah!!

Around here (I live in a very charming little NJ town, but we’re about a mile from the ‘hood in Newark), most stolen cars do turn up sooner or later, the question is what condition they’re in and what horrible things some drugged-out joyrider has done with/to them…

RIP, my beloved Subaru Forester.