And What To My Wondering Eyes Should Appear?

After a great Thanksgiving, with an almost perfect meal, at which we forgot to serve the home made cranberry sauce, as the evening had reached its zenith and was begging to ebb, me and Trooper, my ever loving and protective companion, left the house for our daily walk.

Every evening, we wonder the streets of Brooklyn. We've made some incredible discoveries in the middle of the night. The swans in the bay, the local make out spot, the strip ping-pong tournaments, the local drunks, the couples who fight late into the evening, the teen agers sneaking a cigarette on the stoop, the awful karaoke bar and the patrons of the local Russian baths. Yes, we've discovered a whole new world as we wander.

But last night held a surprise for us that hit close to home. Last night, parked across the street from our home, rested our trusty car. It has served us well this week as we prepared for the holiday feasts. But last night, someone violated our little red transport. Damn. I'm beginning to think that this car is cursed.

I'm only showing you the front, but the entire driver's side of the car is damaged, along with the front and rear wrap around bumpers. It looks like the Grinch visited us early this holiday season.