OK Neighbors, looks like Dave’s report makes it official. We have a knot head roaming the streets. Don’t worry about the Coyotes, next time your dawg is barking have a peek out the blinds. Parents? Do you know where your kid is? You damn well better. Can’t stand a thief.
“You might put the word out thru your Island Drumz blog that an island theft occurred over the weekend.
I got in my car saturday morning and noticed my center console glove box was open. During the night someone got into my car and stole my Garmin Zumo 550 motorcycle GPS. It being the island, I rarely lock my car doors at night - just felt safe enough on the island to not worry much about thieves. Guess that trusting approach caught up with me.
Nothing else was stolen, despite numerous emergency quarters and other things being in the car and ash tray. Actually - now that I think about it - a bottle of bug spray I kept in the car was taken. Even thieves have skeeter problems.
My impression was this is the sort of mischief that kids do. Can't be 100% - but that is my impression. The loss is financial and more of the pain-in-the-butt variety. It's an old GPS, but it has all sorts of links to places around the country and in Houston that I sometimes go to. It also mounts to my BMW bike.
On the long shot that a parent may see an odd piece of electronics in their kids room or being mounted to their skate board (kidding) - here is what it looked like:
It has a suction cup attachment with built in speaker and car adapter power cord.
No questions asked if it's returned. Guess I'll have to start locking the car, closing the garage doors, getting that "bunker mentality", etc.
Anyway - thanks in advance if you post the warning to lock up.
An 80-year-old rancher from Montana goes to the Mayo clinic in Rochester for a check-up.
The doctor is amazed at what good shape the guy is in and asks, 'How do you stay in such great physical condition?'
'I'm from Montana and in my spare time I like to hunt and fish' says the old guy, 'and that's why I'm in such good shape. I'm up well before daylight riding herd and mending fences and when I'm not doing that, I'm out hunting or fishing. In the evening, I have a beer, a shot of whiskey and all is well.'
'Well' says the doctor, 'I'm sure that helps, but there's got to be more to it. How old was your father when he died?'
'Who said my Father's dead?'
The doctor is amazed. 'You mean you're 80 years old and your father's still alive? How old is he?'
'He's 100 years old,' says the old cowboy. 'In fact he worked and hunted with me this morning, and then we went to the topless bar for a while and had a little beer and that's why he's still alive. He's a Montana rancher and he hunts and fishes too!'
'Well,' the doctor says, 'that's great, but I'm sure there's more to it than that. How about your father's father? How old was he when he died?'
'Who said my Grandpa's dead?'
Stunned, the doctor asks, 'you mean you're 80 years old and your grandfather's still alive?'
'He's 118 years old,' says the man.
The doctor is getting frustrated at this point, 'So, I guess he went hunting with you this morning too?'
'No, Grandpa couldn't go this morning because he's getting married today.'
At this point the doctor is close to losing it. 'Getting Married??? Why would a 118 year-old guy want to get married?'
'Who said he wanted to? '