Dont Cry over Broken Glass

6-14-12 0900 Omaha NE Metro Glass. Well, the good news is that my genuine Stetson “25” hat, new to me at the antique mall in beautiful downtown Cody was, after we went through the rubble, not stolen. The bad news is that some actually valuable and important stuff was. Apparently if you just break the drivers side rear window of a Prius it doesn’t set off the alarm system. Otherwise, since we were sleeping within 25 feet of the car with an open motel window, we would have heard something. Its easy to see how vulnerable we all are when something REALLY happens. I went stumbling out to the car to get my running shorts…bleeped the car open as I approached from the rear,opened the hatch, and thought ‘hmm, my LL Bean brown duffle bag isn’t where it should be. OMG, did I put it on top of the car and it fell off?’ I think I actually walked around to the drivers side and peered through where the window used to be without realizing it wasn’t there..because I was looking for a mid sized brown duffle bag, not a pile of tempered glass. Didn’t see it, but the inside was messier than I remembered, and so I went back to the open hatch and maybe then realized that something was wrong..then finally realized that the middle console was ripped entirely off and the window was lying in that sad little pile that is what happens when you break tempered glass. During that 'getting up to speed' time, I was pretty disfunctional, but luckily, it was just me, the birds tweeting, the sun shining, and the little pile of glass in the beauty of a Nebraska morning. Well, the good news is that they didn’t take the box of shoes, or for that matter the camera, or much of anything else. The green glass mason jars that sala just bought, and the buffalo horn that I got back in Cody also survived. The bag they did take unfortunately had my backup hard drives, and my passport. But hey, whats a backup hard drive compared to a sacred buffalo? Another bit of good news is Metro Glass, where a skilled young fella is at this moment replacing the window. And so, with any luck, we’ll be rolling on. The reception person is named Fallon, yes, he mom was very into a certain TV show, and she's from Tustin, has been here 5 years, and is kind of enjoying being a bit of an exotic in a small pond. So we will more on. The book tape, borrowed from Brent, is ‘A Farewell to Arms’ which I have never been able to finish on my own time. And Sala is reading John Berger, so we will be speaking of passion and similar philosophical topics. I can hardly wait. Aloha