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this is probably getting old, but greg evigan was in front of me in traffic today. i know you're wondering how i could possibly get all the luck. by luck, i obviously mean tina yothers, markie post, and greg evigan -only 3 of the greatest 'stars' to ever walk the 80s sitcom street. well, actually, my only logical guess is that it had to be greg evigan because who else would have the 'my2dads' personalized plates on his white, '94 taurus. i mean really.

there's much to ponder during the morning rides to work. today i was dissecting 'no outlet' signs. they tell us that the street(s) in the little development across the way have no other exit route to any of the other fine parts of the city, so don't try it. you'll be sad to find that they really meant 'no outlet'. now, this could be helpful in only 1 of 2 situations because the single, twenty-something who's lost on his way to co-worker dave's bbq for all couples (and him) knows he can turn around anywhere he wants, especially the no outlet street, but probably won't just so he can be late and can spend less time at the thing. it's really only helpful to the driver who's leading the police on a wild, high-speed chase through the 'burbs (or wherever) because he or she knows to avoid that avenue as part of their strategery to lose the smokey on the motorcycle, because hello, there's no outlet. so that's pretty much what i came up with this morning.

but coincidentally, friday night on my way home from my ballet date, i saw a stand-off in progress on the other side of i-71 at midnight. the cops were in full effect, like 5 cars all flashing, and they were standing in position, with arms drawn on the suspect (who was weaving around the interstate with his hands in the air). i only experienced it for the 2 or 3 seconds as i flew past, but it was awesome. i got chills. the perp had like long hippie hair and reminded me of charles manson a little. i got home and big don told me that that right there is why i should get home sooner, because of the crazies who are milling around i-71 at midnight on fridays, who will get me.