Here’s an interesting tidbit from Sylvia’s cousin, the retired cop.  I cannot confirm the veracity of this story, but I think you’ll find it interesting.

This is the reason there is no entrance exam to get into a State prison.

BURGLARY IN FLORIDA

When southern Florida resident Nathan Radlich’s house was burglarized recently thieves ignored his wide screen plasma TV, his VCR, and even left his Rolex watch. What they did find however, was a generic white cardboard box filled with a grayish-white powder. (That’s at least the way the police report described it.) A spokesman for the Fort Lauderdale police said, ‘that it looked similar to high grade cocaine and they’d probably thought they’d hit the big time.’

Later, Nathan stood in front of the numerous TV cameras and pleaded with the burglars: ‘Please return the cremated remains of my sister, Gertrude. She died three years ago.’

The next morning, the bullet-riddled corpse of a local drug dealer known as Hoochie Pevens was found on Nathan’s doorstep. The cardboard box was there too; about half of Gertrude’s ashes remained. Scotch taped to the box was this note which said:

‘Hoochie sold us the bogus blow, so we wasted Hoochie. Sorry we snorted your sister. No hard feelings. Have a nice day.

Busy Day

I’m off to renew my auto registration and driver’s license.  I could have done it all by mail, but instead of that I buried the notice in a pile of papers on my desk.  I hate when that happens.  Fortunately, I have a few days before they expire, but I’ll be busy most of that time.  Gotta go . . .  Have a great day.

Postscript

I was less than 20 minutes at the Secretary of State’s office this morning.  That sure was easy!  I arrived about an hour after office opening time.  The first wave was just clearing out.  As I left, another fellow was walking in.  He wouldn’t have to wait.  There were two clerks, and only one of them was busy.