reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
I was going to blog about this morning's too-exciting apartment-building drama, but Paul beat me to it. And his version is much more coherently written than the email I sent him:
So last night, I took my SMRT-TV mid-production nap from 1-3AM or so, then woke up and started finishing up the site, sitting in my armchair next to the window, which looks down into the parking garage.
I look out my window around 3:30 or so, and notice that there's a cop car parked on the street outside. I look down into the garage, and notice that there's a sheriff, gun drawn, walking towards the blue car with the sleeping people in it and saying "come out of the car."
Given my very strict policy about not interfering in police situations when guns are drawn, I decided to stay exactly where I was.
A little bit of a scuffle. I think they tried to run away? That would explain the helicopter that circled overhead for half an hour afterwards, searching for them as they fled on foot.
After I finished getting everything edited, I went outside around 5:30 to find a police impound tow truck removing the blue car from our garage. I ask the cop what's up. turns out the car with the sleeping people in it was stolen, and the cops were doing a check of the neighborhood when they found it.
So there you go. We sheltered a stolen car for a few hours. And apparently car thieves are stupid enough to think that if they park in an open garage, they'll be totally able to take naps. Now you know!