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Happy Thanksgiving!

I read this story and found it really inspiring…and touching.  Yes, two words you don’t hear from me very often — the Mistress of All That Is Cynicism.

With the economy in the crapper, people being laid off from their jobs — probably someone you know is being laid off or is in danger of being laid off — it’s nice to know there are still people out there who have the ability to reach out to others who are struggling.  And it’s inspiring to know that there are people who can find joy while in the midst of utter chaos.  Sometimes I wonder about the fate of this country…have we really turned into a heartless nation of “me me me”?  I suppose yes…but then I read stories about people who are truly decent and kind, and it gives me hope.

So what I am thankful for?  The same things I’m thankful for every day — not just on Thanksgiving.  I’m thankful for all the people in my life who are kind and decent — neighbors, friends, and sometimes total strangers who will eventually fall into one of the other two categories.  I’m thankful that I have a job and the ability to dig myself out of a dark horrible place.  I’m thankful that my life has become manageable again, certainly.  After suffering (I hate that word…suffering…but it’s applicable here) so much loss over the past few years, I’m thankful for the ability to regroup and reconnect with people.

Yes, this post is a day late.  But it’s never too late to say “thank you” and it’s never too late to look around and take stock of all the things that make life wonderful and worth living.  Most times, it’s not the grand gestures that make us thankful to be alive - it’s the little things. The things that seem insignificant to anyone else — so thank you for remembering that I hate cilantro.

Remember to br thankful for each and every day we’re given — easier said than done sometimes, I know.

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Adventures In OMG WTF-World With The Comptroller’s Office

Because I own a retail establishment, I am required by the state of Maryland to charge my customers sales tax.  Currently, the sales tax here is 5%.  Come January, however, it’s going up to 6%.  Or…sort of.  Here’s just a paragraph from the letter I received about the tax increase:

“On each sale where the taxable price exceeds $1.00, 6 cents on each exact dollar, plus 1 cent if the excess over an exact dollar is at least 1 cent but less than 17 cents; 2 cents if the excess over an exact dollar is at least 17 cents but less than 34 cents; 3 cents if the excess over an exact dollar is at least 34 cents but less than 51 cents; 4 cents if the excess over an exact dollar is at least 51 cents but less than 67 cents; 5 cents if the excess over an exact dollar is at least 67 cents but less than 84 cents; and 6 cents if the excess over an exact dollar is 84 cents.”

Did you follow that?  Because I certainly didn’t.  OMG WTF.

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Auntie Carol’s 10 Tips For Crime Prevention

I belong to a neighborhood safety email list.  Probably you do, too…the same one, or something similar.  So you know the drill — you get emails when someone’s home is broken into, car stolen, someone is robbed when arriving home late at night.  I read the emails and I don’t respond often, simply because I don’t have anything to add.  Since moving to Baltimore, I’ve been broken into twice…but never (knock on wood) robbed.

The first time, we lived on Ramsay Street, and in that house, there was a deck right off the kitchen.  I was sitting at my desk working, right next to the kitchen, and someone opened my back door.  It was nighttime…not terribly late, but very dark and creepy.  I saw an arm, part of a leg, but nothing more.  I yelled, grabbed the machete, and ran for the door.  The person ran across the deck, down the stairs, and that was that.  I called the police, and they searched around…didn’t find the guy, who was probably long gone.

The second time, I received a call from my next-door neighbor who said my back gate was open and he thought he could hear my alarm.  Got home to see what was going on, and the back door was open…nothing had been taken.  In fact, I don’t think the person/people ever went into the house — the alarm probably scared them off.

In both cases — and here’s tip number one — my neighbors were my saving grace.  In the first scenario, my neighbors were there for me when the police showed up. They came out not to gawk and stare, but to make sure that my son and I were okay.  In the second scenario, it was my neighbor who called to inform me that something was wrong.  So…tip number one:

1.  Make friends with your neighbors.  Seriously, I can’t say this enough.  Human connections are powerful tools that can…and probably will…save you on more than one occasion.  When you snub your neighbors, it doesn’t give them a lot of incentive to look out for you.  When you know them by name, talk to them about their lives (and share your life with them), and get to know them as people…it puts you in a different light.  Trust me on this one. You will never win when you’re the adversary and not the neighbor.  In fact, it may put you in an even nastier situation than before. 

Another advantage to being a good neighbor is your neighbors will tell you things….alert you to things you might not have known otherwise.  They’ll also pick up your mail and newspaper and make sure your house looks occupied.  Sure you could get a friend from across town to do this, but what if they never show up?  Hm. 

2.  Security bars are sometimes not your friend.  Yes, they can be a deterrent.  Improperly installed, however, they are useless.  They can be ripped out of a window frame…sometimes in seconds.  If you’re going to have bars on your windows, make sure they’re heavy enough and properly installed — in other words, don’t cheap out on the iron work.

3.  Alarm systems only work when turned on.  I am shocked to find out how many people have been robbed because they didn’t turn on their alarm system.  Hellooo….it’s not magic.  You have to turn the thing on to make it go off.  I will give you the same advice I gave a dear friend whose home was recently robbed:  Have more than one keypad, preferably on different floors.  Ditto for the siren - have more than one, and on different floors.  Install not just glass-break detectors on your windows (they don’t always work well) - get the contacts, too, that will detect when the window has been opened.  A burglar doesn’t want to slide through a broken pane of glass…he’d rather break it, reach through, and open it.  Less injury for him.  Get the contacts on all windows and doors.  This of course means you actually have to close your windows and doors when not at home, and use the alarm system when you are home.

4.  Dogs are man’s best friend, not always your best friend.  I know quite a few of you out there have dogs…for your protection.  Guess what?  A two-dollar pack of ham will turn that vicious killer into a sweet loveable pup in no time.  Robber breaks in, throws ham out back, dog runs after ham, robber shuts door and steals all of your stuff.  Happens all the time.  Or the robber will poison your dog…or tip the dog’s food bag over and the dog is in, well, hog heaven.  Hell — on the right day, throw some ham at me, and I’ll be your best friend.  Dogs are not security systems, they are pets…unless you’re part of the police K9 unit.  So don’t rely on poor Mr. Barky Von Schnauzer to keep your home secure. 

5.  Common sense.  Burglars are burglars.  They don’t want to think outside the box.  They want to break in, steal your crap, sell it, and call it a day.  For the most part, they’re not looking to kill you or otherwise injure you — they want your stuff.  If you encounter a burglar in your home, no matter how tempting it may be — let him have your stuff.  Don’t try to play the big hero and chase the guy around the house or down the street.  You’re only asking for a good ass whipping, and possibly worse.  It’s stuff.  Stuff can be replaced, and stuff isn’t worth losing your life over.  If you think someone is in your home, call 911 immediately, and hit the panic button on the second alarm panel you installed in your bedroom or upstairs hallway (you have this because you read #3 above and called the alarm company).  And this brings me to point number 6, which is a little touchy for me.

6.  The arsenal and you.  A few people I know have purchased guns…or are thinking about it…and I know a couple of people who are actually heavily armed and well-trained.  Those three people I’m not worried about.  It’s the rest of you I worry about — waving around a gun you don’t know how to use, stored in the wrong place, and weren’t prepared for the consequences of actually having to use it.  Like the ironwork mentioned in #2 above, you shouldn’t cheap out on gun safety.  The NRA and other organizations offer gun safety classes — if you own a gun and haven’t taken one of these classes, please do.  Not only will the class teach you how to properly use your weapon, you’ll also learn how to clean and store one.  A gun that’s dirty and hasn’t been properly cared for can be useless…or worse, especially when you’re using it under unfortunate circumstances.  Take the class.  I highly recommend the FIRST STEPS class and the Personal Protection In The Home class.  If you insist on owning a gun, make sure you’re prepared to use it.  And make sure you’re prepared mentally for the consequences of using it — once you pull the trigger, there’s no going back.  You will possibly kill or maim someone, and no matter what anyone says…it’s something you will think about for the rest of your life.  I’m not going to tell you what to do - however, I will say that owning a gun is not for everyone…background check or no background check.  Think very carefully and don’t make this decision under duress, please.

7.  Drinking and walking.  WTF?  So you’ve gone out for the evening, had a great time, drank too much, and here you are — staggering up Lombard Street at 2 in the morning.  Hm.  What’s wrong with this picture?  I was reading a post on the Baltimore Crime blog (one of my all-time fave blogs, BTW - scroll to the 7th paragraph) where a few people were upset with Mary Pat Clarke’s statements regarding people drinking/walking home/getting robbed.  It would seem that some felt that she was engaging in a round of Blame The Victim.  Well…yes and no.  Walking around on a good day…in broad daylight can sometimes be a little iffy.  At 2 in the morning, your odds aren’t looking so good.  At 2 in the morning after you’ve had a few too many…you’re not alert.  Your reflexes are off.  You can’t keep your wits about you.  And yes, you look like a much better target to a robber.  (I don’t, however, agree with the part about closing bars at midnight.)  Just do yourself a favor and don’t drink up your cab money!  Jeez.

8.  Walking tall.  It’s not just a TV show.  I walk all around this neighborhood and have only had one creepy experience that didn’t result in anything going wrong…I will just avoid that street from now on.   When you walk down the street, walk like you own it.  Don’t walk with your head down, mincing along like you’re a scared little rabbit.  Hold your head up, look at people as they pass by (and hey, saying “good morning”…or whatever…is a nice touch), and act as though you have a purpose to your walk.  Robbers prey on people who are distracted…seem timid…or look like they have their hands full — yes, I’m talking about you with the shopping bags, purse, cell phone, etc. in your hands. 

9.  Your door is your first point of defense.  In walking around the neighborhood, I’ve noticed that some of you have some really cheap-ass front doors and hardware.  Use a solid-core door (or a metal one, if you insist) for the front and back doors.  Hollow-core doors are really easy to kick in.  So are most vinyl doors, and they’re tacky as hell anyway.  So get yourself a sold-core heavy door.  Your hardware shouldn’t be the cheap builder-grade crap that came on the door when you moved in.  (Isn’t it nice that your builder thought so little of you he used $30 hardware?)  Go to the Home Depot or Lowe’s and invest in a heavy-duty lockset and deadlatch.  I highly recommend Baldwin — they make damn good hardware.  Pricey, but worth it.  It’s securing your houseWrite this part down:  You want a heavy-duty FOUR SCREW strikeplate.  NOT a three screw….FOUR.  You want to use THREE-INCH wood screws to secure the strikeplate into the doorjamb stud.  Your door’s hinges should be secured with the same three-inch wood screws. You should also make sure your door’s hinges are made for exterior doors.  Your mail slot should not be a point of access for your doorknob and deadlatch.  If you (or a skinny-armed friend) can reach through your mail slot and open your door, GET A NEW DOOR NOW.

10.  Since most of the burglaries in our neighborhood happen during the day (which, statistically is not that surprising) — I won’t go on about motion lights and outdoor lighting, except to say — make sure your outdoor space is well-lit and there are no places for someone to hide near your front or back door.  Hiding places are a burglar’s best friend.

Hopefully some of these tips will help — I really have no magic easy solution, especially when…if you take an honest look around…we live in a neighborhood that needs a lot of help.  I have said this a million times, and will continue to say it until I turn a funny shade of purple — we can make a difference here, and we can do it for all members of this community.  I will never stop believing that Pigtown can become a healthy community.

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A Message to ‘CV’

(For the rest of you, ignore this post.)

Thanks for the comments you left in my blog — they’re being held in the moderation queue so I can protect your identity.  It took me all of ten seconds to narrow it down as to who you are, and I assume most other people who are somewhat network savvy could do the same. 

I will call you tonight, and thanks again.

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Crime News Elsewhere

Good grief — in some places, even Vacation Bible School is a dangerous place to be:

Four Assaulted at Vacation Bible School
A man allegedly unlawfully entered through an open back door of the Graham Road Methodist Church at 2929 Graham Road and assaulted four people inside. Just after 12:30 p.m. on Tuesday, July 17, an employee of the church encountered the suspect just inside the door. The suspect immediately pushed the woman to the ground and punched her repeatedly, then ran to the basement of the church. He assaulted the bible school teacher and was eventually subdued by two men at the church. They were able to restrain the suspect until police arrived and took him into custody. Three victims and the suspect were transported to INOVA Fairfax Hospital with non life-threatening injuries. No weapon was seen or implied.

The suspect, Steven Rock, 54, of 2802 Summerfield Road in Falls Church, was charged with four counts of assault and battery, one count of unlawful entry and one count of disorderly conduct.

If I remember correctly, the Graham Road area wasn’t very nice, but I haven’t been there in many years — apparently it hasn’t changed much?

I stumbled upon that tidbit looking up information on someone I knew years ago — when I was…maybe 10 or 11. Sad to say, she didn’t fare well over the years, and she was found dead in an apartment building from an apparent drug overdose. That was back in 2003 and I couldn’t find any follow-up info. What a horrible way to die, poor thing. Oddly enough, this information came on one of those “woe is me” kind of days, so it definitely makes me stop and realise how lucky I am. Onward and upward.

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Microlending At Its Finest

Go here, pick a person, and give. That’s all I’m going to say. You can read the “About” page if you need more info, but I honestly believe this is the coolest website ever. Oh — and your loan is tax deductible.

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Closure, I Think

So the murder rate has finally hit the “magic” number of 150. Why is it a magic number? I have no idea. It just seems like a really big number, considering it’s the tally of people who died for no good reason, and it’s half of 300. Work with me here. I’m tired.

Anyway — I’ve decided that I don’t want to leave the city, and will probably stay in the neighborhood. I say “probably” because I’m piss-flat broke, thanks to a few rotten apples in what used to be an otherwise normal/dysfunctional family, who decided my money would be better spent…by them, and not me. Add the sinking suspicion that my father’s last hurrah was to make sure I ended up broke — well, it’s been a shitty hideous week. It’s not every day you wake up to the realisation that your father hated you that much. Add that to the fact that I’m a little overworked, a little high-strung even on a good day, and the weather — well, I think I deserve a drug habit at this point. At the very least a case of Ben & Jerry’s.

But…believe it or not, even after last night’s nervous breakdown, I managed to get out of bed and go to work. Yes, I had a really bad hair day, and my eyes looked like I went a few rounds with Hasim Rahman. But I managed to get through it. Not unscathed, but I’m going to be okay, I think. And I’m going to try to dig my heels in and make all of this work. My neighborhood, my cafe, and my life.

And I’m finally able to say goodbye to my father. For good, this time.

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Something to Smile About…

There’s a revolt going on in the Republican Party — people are denouncing the president left (no pun intended) and right, refusing to donate to the RNC (I let loose on the guy who called me with a “survey” where all the questions skewed towards what a great job the president was doing) and generally crapping on the president that they supported through almost eight years of hell.

I am a registered Republican.

I voted for Reagan.

I voted for Bush Sr.

I did not vote for Bush Jr. in either election, simply because I found him to be two steps short of halfwitted and worried about his ability to press buttons on machines that could potentially launch rockets.

And I have never ever been so ashamed of a president, a party, or a government. Ashamed to the point where I actually considered handing in my passport and taking up….oh, I dunno…Yiddish. Turkish. Any language so I didn’t have to be an American anymore. I would move away, blah blah — yeah, at least I didn’t say “to Canada”.

But then I decided no, America really is a great country. Someday soon people will wake up and realise what a terrible president we have — a man who has not only destroyed a nation not his own — he’s attempted to destroy this one. And finally his people are getting wise to him. Speaking out — the very people who supported him in the first place. Even they’re disgusted.

Hopefully we can learn from this mess, grow from it, and for God’s sake — never repeat it.

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Interesting.

Someone seems to be trying to get back into my good graces. And what better way to do that than show up on my doorstep, money in hand. Hm. Spending time with the boy. In no rush to leave. Hm. Could it be he’s turning into a halfway decent person? Perhaps he really has nothing to do with The Cheap Trash…wouldn’t that be a nice change.

It’s certainly going to take more than two hours and a check to get back into my good graces — try making up for the last three and a half years. Jeez. Plus, I’m busy these days. I have no time for any foolishness — none from him, and certainly none from The Trash.

Please don’t come around and knock on my door
cos I don’t want to have to pick you up off the floor
when you ask if we can still be lovers
I’ll have to introduce my brothers

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A Day Off

Would you believe I just now….at 5:00 PM….got dressed and off the couch? I decided I wasn’t doing anything today. No cookouts, no visiting friends — nothing. I slept on and off all day, and it felt great.

But…I really missed being at work. That’s a good sign, right?

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