Hello … Copter

Right near home before I stopped at the store to get some “sundries,” I noticed a helicopter in the sky. While in the store parking lot I saw the chopper again. It was still there when I got out of the store…I could see that it was doing a circular scan of the area.

After I got to my apartment, the helicopter zeroed in on my section of the apartment complex. I looked out and saw a bunch of cop cars sitting in the parking lot with policemen spreading out and looking around. One came up to my neighbor, who was standing out in front of his place, asked him a couple of questions and showed him a document that had a photo on it.

Not sure what the deal was. Thankfully they either found their “man” or called off the search.

Getting Paid Poorly to Ride My Motorcycle

I rode the scooter up to Youngstown for work last Wednesday. It is nice to get paid to ride but I don’t think I am getting paid enough. I am out at our Ohio plant with the local tech and one of our guys from the Data Center doing a network and server migration. What a ball buster. We fine tuned our plan Thursday and Friday hoping to have the cut done on Saturday so we could go to see the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland today (now yesterday) but it wasn’t meant to be.

Thankfully it was a nasty raining day that would have made for not the nicest of days in Cleveland. As it is we have put in 30 hours in the last two days and tomorrow is not likely to be much better. To cap the day off, we got to the beer store at 11:50 PM thinking we were just under the wire only to find out you can’t even buy beer on Sunday.

There should be signs when you enter the state, or county…who knows, that announce this fact, “No booze sold on Sundays.” Youngstown is so close to Pennsyltucky, the beer stores there must have a field day on Sundays. Oh well…too tired to even get a good rant going.