Monday, March 18, 2013
Three and a half years ago, my husband bought a 2002 T-bird convertible, white with red leather seats. He always wanted one and so we got it. He loved that car, flitting aorund town in it with the top down. Everyone who knew us would honk and wave. A few months back he got called from a crazy woman on his cell phone that there was a bomb under the car. The police came and found a key taped to the underneath side but no bomb. Since the woman's cell # was on hubby's phone the police could trace her. The key, which we didn't know we even had, got put into the side pocket of the car and forgotten.
Saturday night, we forgot to close the garage door. We've done that before but we certainlly won't be forgetting that again.
Early Sunday morning, my husband walked out to get the newspaper and the car was gone. Our neighbor said she saw the car leaving our garage at about 5:40 and thought it was my husband going out early to pick up his political signs. I wish she had called but who would have thought it was someone else. Within an hour the car was in the Choctawhatchee Bay. Of course with the key in the door, they were able to start it and move it out. It was a quick operation. She said she saw another car and driver and someone get in the T-bird and drive away. The place where the car was found is at the end of a cul de sac on a little bayou. That morning a boat was launched across the bayou and hit the car. Otherwise, it may have been a while before it was found. We were there when it got pulled out, still a pretty little car with no damage but complete submersion is not fixable.
Last night I couldn't go to sleep, so anxious. This morning I was talking to a friend and just started to cry. Its like losing a member of the family, we had such a good time in it. I have the idea of writing a children's book called Grandpa's car depicting all of the fun things we did and then what happened to it at the end. Wouldn't that be a safety kind of thing for the police to hand out and a learning experience for kids. In this day and age, when people are so hateful to others, we need to know things like this can happen.
It could have been anyones car that was left in a driveway to be stolen, even without a key. These kind of people can start cars without keys. Ours was in the garage but easilly accessible.
At first we felt stupid but in reality we were careless to leave the garage door open and the key in the sidepocket of the car. We were not the bad guys, there were two other idiots who were the bad guys. My husband went to the school and we are going to post a reward to see if kids will talk and find the perpetrators. I think someone in the neighborhood where this happened said a truck had gone in the water a few months back. It's just an awful thing.
This week my husband lost the election as Mayor of our city by 120 votes. I think if we had the publicity from this, maybe he would have won. And then I had all that medical problem with sinus infection, deviated septum and GERD. Maybe those are our three things that happened. Don't want another.
I dreaded 2013 because I am suspicious about the number 13. Maybe I had a premonition. HOpe the rest of the year is better. Once we took a trip to Egypt and we went on one of those little canal boats down the NILE. They put us in room 13 over the engine room. Not only was I not having any part of that but I was getting nauseous over the smell of the engine oil. So the guide swapped with us and put us under the dance floor. Which was kind of noisy but shuts down at 10:00 in Egypt and no alchohol. So we were able to sleep and I wasn't concerened about # 13.
The car is completely trashed and cannot be fixed. So I guess we will be car shopping.