A funny thing happened last night.

Meg and Jurgen and the kids were here for a visit. About half an hour after they left there was a knock at the door. I thought, oh no, they got horribly lost and they've come back here. When I looked out the window, I see two police officers, Im thinking that someone died or something.

The officers want to know if I know Mr. so-and-so who lives down the road. I say that I don't and that Ive just moved here Jan 1st and don't know anybody. Well, they explain that Mr. so-and-so had a truck for sale parked just off the road and that someone had broken his windshield. Mr. so-and-so thinks that it is his neighbor who used to work for him but he fired him. The police were just coming around to see if I knew anything about it.

It was 9:00 at night.

I almost cracked up in their faces. They were state cops and they were doing a door to door investigation of windshield vandalism. I really was grinning and almost laughing so I explained that I was amazed at how thorough they were. They said that Mr. so-and-so was friends with their boss so they had to be thorough. Then they took my name and phone # for their report.

One of them was from Queens so I asked him how he says Claverack. He has the same problem saying that we do.

Im glad nobody was dead.