On the night of March 12, 2001, I had just come home from a long day at work. I was glad to be home. However, as I approached my apartment, I noticed that my kitchen door was open. Did I forget to close it? I had gotten a little worried, but that worry would turn into fear once I checked out what had happened inside.

When I walked into the living room, I saw that my patio door had been left open. And then I looked at my shelves. No stereo. No amplifier. No DVD player. No cassette deck. Miraculously, my TV, VCR and computer were left untouched.

As I approached my bedroom, I saw a huge pile of Styrofoam balls on the floor. I didn’t know where they came from. Later I found out that the burglar had sliced open my beanbag chair, dumped its contents on my floor, and used the sack to haul my stereo off.

The burglar also visited my bathroom. He opened some doors and cabinets, but didn’t see anything worth taking.

This is what my bedroom looked like. My window had been shattered, allowing the burglar to enter my apartment. He then dug through my dresser, dumping the clothes on the bed. Despite the big mess he made, he didn’t take anything other than a bag for my rollerblades. The rollerblades themselves were found lying on the floor in my living room.

Look at this. A pair of socks in one sink and a knife in the other. This guy must be a professional.

I called 911 and a policeman showed up a few minutes later. He examined my apartment and the broken bedroom window, looking for clues. His conclusion was that it must have been some kids. Great. As if that’s supposed to make me feel better.

I absolutely could not sleep that night. I was terrified, thinking that the burglar might return for a second helping. He never came back. My stolen items never turned up, either, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I have left it all behind now. I have long since left this slummy apartment in Lake Park, Florida. This is all a reminder, that despite the redevelopment and construction to make Lake Park look like a great town, there’s still that ugly side that just won’t go away.

Virtual fireworks.

Blargh. It’s been raining all afternoon here in West Palm Beach, so it’s unlikely there’s going to be any fireworks action tonight if this rain keeps up. True, we really need the rain, so I’m not really complaining. In case we don’t get any fireworks tonight, there’s always pictures of fireworks shows from several years ago which I have captured with my trusty camera.




(For best results, pop paper bags and/or balloons when viewing these pictures. It also helps to have 25 people standing behind you saying “Ooh” or “Aah” in unison. Ta ta.)

Recovering from the drought.

From all the rain we’ve been getting lately, there’s good reason to believe we’re making a nice recovery from the recent drought. I decided to leave the house with my camera and take some pictures.
This first picture was taken at a canal a few blocks from where I live. The piece of wood in the water once marked the edge of the shoreline. Now the wood’s almost underwater. A few more days of heavy rain will have the water level here back to the way it was before the drought.

This is a view of the lake near my house. Noticed the vegetation in the water. The lake’s shoreline had receded that much to allow the vegetation to grow. The water level here is almost back to normal.

If this pattern of heavy rainfall continues, West Palm Beach could soon ease its water restrictions. For now we’re only allowed to water the lawn once a week.
The Palm Beach Post and the South Florida Water Management District seem to enjoy blaring about the drought and its bitter side effects. But if you look closely, you will see signs that a spectacular recovery is already taking place.