R.I.P. Grey Beast
Requiem For a Friend

Well, it was an unlikely run, but it ended abruptly when I left to go to my gig Monday night only to find Old Trusty missing.

Just gone.

That thing was no Bentley. Who would want to steal that?

I had ruled out people even being interested in breaking in to it - chalk it up to the gentrification of the hood, socio-economics morphing for car thieves or what have you, but it actually seemed like we had turned a corner.

It was a surprise to find her not-there.

(And yet, in NY, you are never TOO surprised by anything)

A buddy of mine needed his car moved for a few days this week, so I lucked in to the "car sitting gig". So at least I am still moving around at will. ;-)