
So after I woke up and got myself back in order, I went out to the car to find the back hatch slightly open, and everything inside all tossed around, along with missing the three items listed above and my luggage. So I called the police and yada yada yada. We've all been there before. The officer took down my info, and a list of what was stolen. And that's really about all he could do. I have no complaints. With no description, and all the pawn shops closed, what more could you do?
After he left, I did decide to go up to the park about a half a block from my house to check around the perimeter to see if anything was tossed out. Almost as soon as I got into the park, I found all my clothes in the woods that surround the park. So I walked the edge of the park, and found my bag with all the recording equipment in it stuffed in a bush. But still no tickets or camera. I'll let you know about if I am able to get my tickets replaced, or if I am out of luck. As far as the camera goes, I had some really good pictures including The Pit, Big Cat, and Jersey Bullhorn. As well as the crew I tailgate with. Before I check the recording equipment to see if it still works, I am going to wait for someone to come by to fingerprint it. Just in case we get a match of a known criminal. I would really hate to ruin the evidence. So, there will be no posting of the podcast until then. Sorry. I was really looking forward to people hearing my prediction before the game. My guess 45-10, the score 42-10. And I have a broken watch that is right twice a day.....
2 comments:
I know the feeling. You feel like you've so violated! I once had a portable CD player stolen from my car (I'm sure your camera and tix are worth a lot more than that).
Hope you recover the stolen goods...
Thanks Butch. I think we might be able to get new tickets printed off for this. I'll have to wait until the ticket office opens up on Tuesday. I really had some great pictures from the tailgate. Oh well, every time God closes a door, he opens a window.
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