Anyone who knows me would probably tell you that while I’m adaptable and flexible with changing situations, I don’t exactly seek out change.
To wit: I stayed at my last job for nearly seven and a half years, lived in my last apartment for more than six, and I drove the same car for nearly 11.
It’s that last example that’s most significant now, because finally, just two months shy of that 11-year anniversary, I have bought a new car. (Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas to me!)
I made the deal over the weekend (before the snow) and picked it up last night.
And it’s a beaut: A shiny black 2010 Honda CR-V LX. After so long behind the wheel of a Civic, it’s going to be a bit of an adjustment, but man, am I excited about my purchase. Continue reading
Here’s another story from the “Sometimes I Can Be Such a Moron” department …
So as you know, Saturday night I went to see Dave Matthews Band at Fenway.
I drove my car to the St. Mary’s T stop on Beacon St., fed the parking meter, and hopped on the T to meet some friends at Bukowski’s.
As the train started to pull away, I thought to myself, “Wait a second. Did I lock my car door? Yes, of course I did. Why wouldn’t I? How could I forget that?”
(You know where this story is going, don’t you?) Continue reading
You may have noticed a week and a half ago that I mentioned something about my car having been broken into.
At the time, the cops from Brookline who took the report and dusted for fingerprints told me mine wasn’t the only one in the neighborhood that had been broken into, and in fact, mine was the rare one where the window wasn’t broken.
But now I’ve seen that there’s been a rash of break-ins all over the city.
So as a PSA, I’ll just say that if you have a car, make sure it’s locked and that any valuables are removed. Don’t be like me and not remove the faceplate from your radio.
You may just come to find that it and the rest of the radio are missing one day. Continue reading
The nice thing about being lazy and not changing my clock in April is that when Daylight Savings Time comes around again in October, I’m all set.
I knew there was a reason I never got around to fixing the time in my car …
I went to see High Fidelity tonight with Liz, and at the Boylston T stop afterward, we bumped into Kristina, who was taking the B line home.
So Liz and I got on with Kristina, and I rode out to Babcock St. and walked home from there. When I got to my building, I got a bit of a scare: my car was not in the parking lot.
Did someone tow it? Was it stolen? Had I parked it in the wrong place? Continue reading