Ramblin'

I took my first turn around the potential new neighborhood this afternoon, picked up a couple of carry-away menus, that sort of thing. For a place called 'Little Portugal' there are a lot of Mexican style taquerias. And a strong Viet Namese presence, it looks like. There are some adorable gardens behind the chainlink fence, and my brief 'parking in a garage' time is already highly enjoyable. (I didn't have to roll my windows down, and I can just leave the trunk open to try and air out the moldy smell.)

WTF?

I'm sitting here in the den playing video games, and somebody comes quietly up to the front door, depresses the latch and pushes on the door. Then they're gone. There's no attempt to use a key, no repeat attempt in case the door got stuck. This seems to be just somebody going around hoping somebody's left their door unlocked and aren't too close to the front door.