Came home, two police cars were parked in front of the main building of the apartment. The boys in blue don't seem to have anything to do in this complex -- there are several other apartment buildings quite close -- but it always gives one pause, doesn't it?
Strange. Police cars just make me feel guilty. I wonder if it's like that for other folks as well. I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong, but I'm sure they will find it, whatever it is.
This is the archived edition of a blog kept from Nov. 24, 2002, to
Feb. 29, 2004, by Clay Wirestone.
The original description: "From the overstuffed mind of writer,
editor, cartoonist and crank Clay McCuistion comes a blog full of
-- well -- stuff. And things."