The joys of unemployment (sort of)

Yes, my blog will again deal with the topic of unemployment. (And the little things that make me feel better about my situation.)

Anyway...

Now that I no longer have a job, I no longer have a commute. No more commuting means that I won't be as bothered by the movie being filmed on Centre Street in West Roxbury.











One of the catering trucks I passed was imported all the way from Sylmar, California. (At least that's what the side of the truck said.) Seems kind of silly to bring a basic catering truck across the country. Unless it's a prop.

Anyone know what EOD stands for?

Masshole swiped my car

My day started and ended with car accidents.


I was traveling northeast on Centre St. in West Roxbury at about 6:23pm on Thursday, August 7, 2008, I was stopped in the right lane at the light at Corey Street. A commercial truck was next to me. A police car with lights and sirens came down Centre St. (heading northeast). I moved about as far to the right as I could. The small commercial truck to my left (in the left lane) suddenly seemed to be making an attempt to turn right onto Corey Street from the LEFT lane (at least that's what he appeared to be doing) by in front of my car. He cut WAY too close to the right. I began beeping to remind him of my presence. And then I heard a horrible scraping noise coming from the front end of my car (driver's side). Asshole had struck me. I honked and honked and honked, as the light turned green, he kept going straight down Centre Street. I pulled up next to him, honking and gesturing, trying to get his attention. I wanted us to pull over and exchange insurance info. But no. The masshole drove off down towards Belgrade Ave. Luckily I got his license plate number, as well as the name and phone number of the company he works for. I've already called an left a message with them. Now I have some nonsensical paperwork to fill out and return to the police.


I also got some pictures of the damage.

R.I.P. Sad Car

The slow decay has ended. It seems that Sad Car has been put out to pasture.

It's been a little while since I've driven that particular stretch of VFW Parkway, but a friend recently alerted me about the disappearance of the familiar rotting hunk of metal and steel. (The once white sedan can even be seen in the aerial photo on the city's Property Data Viewer).

Sad Car made quite an impression on this West Roxbury (Roslindale?) property.

Without Sad Car guarding the garage like a dedicated sentry, Sad House has lost part of its identity . (J. adds that this "looks like the home where a serial killer lives.")

Some drivers are just stupid

I was at the light at the corner of VFW Parkway and Rte. 109 around 5:45pm today and noticed crime scene tape and a few police vehicles are blocking VFW Pkwy. South. (Anyone know why?)







Some idiots still kept trying to turn onto the closed portion of Rte. 1 South. What did they not understand about the police cars and the patient officer directing traffic? (Those of us going straight on Rte. 109 were supposed to follow the traffic light.) The officer saw that the idiots were totally screwing up the traffic pattern by their insistence that they HAD to get on Rte. 1 South, that he seemed to start directing them to a sort of waiting area near the cruisers. (I don't recall it being a very residential area, so I'm not sure if they were desperate to go to Stop n' Shop or what....)



{Note - The kind folks at Universal Hub later informed me that the blockade was due to a fire.}

Sugar-scented commute

The scent of fresh baked goods lingered in the morning air as I drove down Centre Street in West Roxbury on Tuesday. What a nice way to start the usually droll drive to work.

The saddest car on the VFW

This is Sad Car.

I've watched this poor thing deteriorate over the past 5 years or so.


Back when I lived in RI, I'd drive past this rusty white car on my way up to Brookline to visit friends. When I moved to Boston 2 years ago, I was sort of surprised that it was still sitting there, rotting in the same driveway along VFW Parkway in West Roxbury Roslindale.



Every once in a while Carpool Buddy and I wonder aloud whether the neighbors complain about this eyesore and ponder how much it brings down their property values. I mean, would you want to live next door to Sad Car?

UPDATE:
I stand corrected. Sad Car lives in Roslindale.