This is the third installment of what will prove to be an excessively bizarre series of visits to the various ethnic areas in and around MY Town. I discussed our amazing diversity in my Little Australia post, so I’m not going to elaborate further here.
We have a German Quarter and it’s got pretty much everything Germany-related that you could ever want–outside of the ACTUAL Germany. Here’s what I mean:
What is a visit to the German Quarter without a quick side trip to The Ebony Forest? It’s insanity. Like Germany’s Black Forest, the Ebony Forest is dark and mystifying. It also has a lot of deer. And it’s deer hunting season. And I heard the firing of guns earlier. And I kept my head low as I rode. And I was glad I had my new, space age material helmet on. My four layers of clothing, however, probably wouldn’t be much help if the hunters aimed for my heart.
The Ebony Forest was SO dark and mystifying that my nerves were frazzled. I sought a nice calming spot to settle down and soothe my head.
Unfortunately, I received a call while taking the above picture which forced me to end this tour prematurely. The call was from the company that manages the storage space we rent. They said our storage garage had been broken into last night along with three others in the complex.
How DARE they interrupt a perfectly good bike ride with that information. I didn’t even get to photograph a German Shepard I know of in the area.
I raced home to pick up The Feeshko. Most of the stuff in the storage unit is her collectibles, including some pretty valuable dolls.
When we got there, we called the cops and filed a report. We commiserated with the other victims who were already there. One of them had a motorcycle and a huge tool box stolen. The other one had some tools and hardware items stolen, but nothing too bad. Our unit was ransacked, but the only things we were missing were a case of compact discs and an antique suitcase. Not even worth filing with our insurance company. We were lucky that the culprits had no idea what some of those antique dolls were worth.
I’m sure that I don’t even know the value of those things. I’m just glad the locksmiths repaired our unit in time for me to get back for the Vikings football game.