Along with sending my weekly $50 to the Harris campaign, I'd also gone to the local police dept and filed a report on the 2AM on activities, under possible human trafficking because guaran's there are hookers in there. So at about 2AM this black Prius came around with some kind of logos on both doors on each side, and a light bar on top. Now, at night, my video cameras only show blue/red as "bright" and I didn't dare peek out to see if it was red and blue, but the car went around several times, and who knows what they saw or found.
I put a ton of things away last night which was good. I need to make Sunday the day to do that. And I got out a lot of things to ship out today.
It's the usual political crap on the radio. It's only going to intensify over the next two weeks, now that it's only two more weeks. I need to get my ballot finished and then on election day I'm taking the evening off to go to the same bar I was in in 2016 to watch the results. And truth be known, I'm probably going to bring money to buy drinks for people. Hell I might even treat myself to dinner at Original Joe's first.
Hm, I just looked at their menu and I could have a sirloin steak (the prime rib's too big I think) and a Guinness, a nice start for the evening.
I took off at the usual time with 17 packages, dropped them off at the post office and FedEx, found packing stuff on my way back, and once back here checked out a very nice car that happened to be in the parking lot by the end of the building, all four axles up on blocks, and the windows broken.
I fished out all the important papers like registrations, smog tests and even a receipt the last owner had for an oil filter he'd bought, and the oil filter itself. Even a picture of his sister or girlfriend. I looked through the stuff and the latest registration was current - up to mid-2025. So I bagged it all up and, realizing he lived only 10 minutes by bike away, went over there.
It was the kind of neighborhood where if you have an American accent, nobody knows anything. But I found the place and left the stuff on their doorstep (they were in but not answering the door) including a neat little map of where their car is. They'd never find it without that.
This way, if his car was just stolen and left there, he would know where it is. And if he's trying to get out from under the loan, it's up to him to contact the credit union that actually owns the car.
An older Hispanic "Ken" type was not too happy I was there, prowling around, so I got out of there and rode to Japantown. I remembered that this town closes at 9PM and after that time there are two choices: Denny's or a casino. So I rode over to Bay 101 because I wanted to check out the cosy little bar on the end opposite "The Region" or whatever their proper restaurant is called.
I had a Guinness and their "Mongolian Beef" which is a lot sweeter than the same thing at M8trix. And had fun watching football, a replay of yesterday's baseball game, and talking and joking around with a guy named Kao who works for the VTA. He said he's up $3k for the month but had just lost a thousand today. He had a rum and Coke, a beer I think, then a Martini. Then we got talking about the "Irish Car Bomb" and I said I'll let him buy me one, so we had those. They were OK, but I knew it, it's not just Baily's in Guinness, there's supposed to be a shot of whisky too.
There were some noisy people in the bar and everyone seemed to have been to Hawaii or grown up there. That included me so I joked around with them a bit. After the Irish Car Bombs Kao and I was both done "I have work in the morning!" he said, and we got out of there. It was a nice peaceful ride home.
I got back here and found a circuit board and packed it, did a couple of other little tasks.
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