I’m about to go to the police station. I know, I was supposed to go the other day but I’m going there now and then I’m off to a board meeting for VTAC. Currently we’re looking to raise money so that the Van Nuys Traffic Division Station can have a memorial for it’s fallen officers.
Sunday morning Mr. G was returning from a business trip and called me a little worried. “I need my license plate number. I think my car’s been stolen.” I popped out of bed (like you don’t sleep in on a Sunday?) and danced my way to the file where I keep things like automotive registrations.