The sheriff's office called last night to let me know my car was picked up on the other side of the Big City. "Is it drive-able?" "I don't know," said the voice on the other end of my phone. "Do I need a tow truck?" - again, "I don't know." Outside of the conversation with the sheriff's department, I'm glad the Big City PD's access to the state's database worked and had recovered it within a week.
|How the thugs started my car|
|How the losers got into my car.|
I am blessed. I despise thieves and liars, but I am blessed.