Old is new again... (Pt. 2)

Charlie and I had just made our way outside the lofts to make the two-block walk to the park when I noticed broken glass behind my Equinox.

But the car was still there, and I know I made sure to take all my valuables with me. What gives?

On closer inspection, the glass wasn't from Ernie the Equinox. It was from the Thunderbird I'd seen parked behind me the night before. Unfortunately, that car was now gone. I checked all my windows and sighed that sigh of relief seeing all were intact. But when I got to the driver's side window, I noticed my CDs and car forms were all over the place!

I went to open the door -- which was unlocked -- and the alarm went off. I'm thinking whoever jumped in the front seat dug for what they could after the alarm sounded and bounced.

They took nothing. Even my mp3 player was left inside.

Maybe it was a homeless person, rummaging for something they could sell. Or maybe it was an mp3 snob, upset that I didn't have an Apple product.

Either way, what a welcome to my new city...

Old is new, again...

Coming to you live from St. Louis!


So much went on since my last post that I figure a quick update is warranted.


First, I got a job offer from this beautiful newspaper here in St. Louis. Yes, THAT St. Louis. The crime capital St. Louis. The "it's gonna get cold soon" St. Louis.


But I'm from Detroit. How much could one city put on me?


I figured my biggest obstacle would be wondering whether Charlie could make it -- and I could get up -- from the comfort of our sixth-floor loft and make it two blocks over to the closest park for her to do her business. If push comes to shove, I'mma start growing grass in the corner of my walk-in closet, which is about 6x10. I don't need all that!


We got up Sunday morning to tackle our first morning as loft-dwellers to find good weather and talkative neighbors. They all were pros at the regimen we were about to figure out. This HAS to be a cakewalk.


Then I spotted the glass on the ground behind my car...