I’ve been singing the praises of my new neighrhood of Silver Lake ever since I moved in two months ago. But today I received a sign that perhaps its not the idyll I think it is. I got home today to discover that my apartment had been broken into. There were definite signs of forced entry on the front door. Inside, it took me a long time to figure out what had happened. Virtually nothing was gone. A photobox had been upturned and the contents scattered on my bed. A container where I keep my stash of pennies and laundry quarters was sitting, empty, on my couch. A handful of coins was scattered across my floor. “Take photos of the layout and the door damage, ” I thought. “Great, now where’s my camera? Hey, where’s my camera!”
So, a 2MB digital camera, about five dollars in pennies and quarters, and nothing else taken. Not my new TV. Not the DVD player and VCR sitting, disconnected and extremely portable, on my floor. All in all, could have been a whole lot worse.
Now, anybody know a good locksmith?