Let’s see… where to start. My car died and I bought a van on the 15th of December. It wasn’t my first choice but it’s what I ended up with. It was affordable, clean, very low mileage for the year of the vehicle and it was reliable. I even started to like it after the first week or two. 3 weeks later, someone stole the van from my apartment complex parking lot January 2nd. I woke up to nothing. I even walked to the other side thinking I was out of it and didn’t remember where I parked. If you’ve ever seen an elderly person roaming the lot looking for their car, then you can visualize the scenario. Called the police and the initial officer was very kind about it. He said it was probably some punk kids messing around which now seems odd since there are much more exciting vehicles to choose from in the lot aside from a 2002 Dodge Grand Caravan. Not much street cred to be had with a mom-mobile. They found the vehicle at 2:38am - I missed the call - in District 3 which is actually a pretty wildly known area for violent crimes. I cannot pick up the vehicle since it is in impound and being processed, forensics, pending investigation and evidence for a crime committed. Due to the nature of the crime that was committed with the vehicle, I am not allowed to be told anything more. I don’t know where exactly it was, who did it, if the vehicle is drivable or what crime was committed aside from the theft. Talking to all of my friends, some of whom may or may not have ever been involved in violent crimes, it seems most plausible the van was targeted specifically. Most notably, for a drive by. The older vehicles - mine particularly - can be opened and started with a flat head screwdriver (JOY). The space and dual opening doors make for easy access and can fit multiple people in the vehicle. The impound lot attendant who took my original call, was very sweet and had a “you poor thing” tone to her voice. I think the cherry on top is having called the detective and finding out he is out of town for the next four days. I still know nothing about what happened with the vehicle. So exhausted over all of this.
“We can get a few more up here if we can leave out the spare tire and the jack.”
Letterpress collectors are a desperate, dedicated sort.
I took this picture, nine years ago, at an auction for a deceased letterpress dealer. These guys scored on a large lot of empty type cases. Unfortunately, their Dodge Caravan was insufficient in hauling capacity.
If I remember right, they did end up getting the spare tire and jack, back in the vehicle, but they left the rear seat at the auction grounds. They lived more than 300 miles away, so I really doubt that they came back for it.