Sunday

Today was Sunday and I mean was because the day is over when I am writing these lines. It was a very busy day that was almost non stop from the beginning to the end.

The morning we woke at Manhattan Beach. Late morning we drove back to Queens to change our clothing because we had brunch with my bro-in-law and his wife. We went to a nice Greek restaurant in the middle of the City. After circulating a few times we were lucky enough to find a parking spot on the street.

We met, we drank and we ate. The food was pretty good. It was brunch food with Greek overtones but still we enjoyed it. There was a small jazz band playing in the background not too loud but good enough to permit conversation without screaming.

After brunch we had to drive out to Manhattan Beach to pick up Abigail and some stuff then drive back to Queens. Driving to Brooklyn would have been fairly easy if that huge auto carrier truck wouldn't have broken down in the middle of the highway and create a long-long backup. But eventually we made it.

Sunday morning about 3:15am there was a shooting in my neighborhood. It seems a rap artist was shot to death while sitting in his Porsche. When we got home around noon the area was filled with police. By night they were all gone. But the place where he died was filled with candles, flowers and people. Also several TV trucks were in the location.

The only good thing about this is that this shooting does not make my neighborhood bad because it looks like he was targeted and it just happened here where we live.