"When I'm wrong, I say I'm wrong."

No, not Lennie Briscoe. Dirty Dancing. Jennifer "Baby" Grey's doctor father, lamely apologizing to Patrick Swayze for completely misjudging him. (Of course I don't think he actually says he's wrong, but that's another post....) And, attentive offspring in the audience, the above is the actual quote, not the version that lives in family lore. I looked it up.

So PP returned home triumphant. Case dismissed. Didn't even have to tell his story to the judge. The officer didn't show, no surprise. But usually it has been our experience that the judge gives these defenders of the peace at least one more chance and reschedules the hearing - or - sometimes they offer an opportunity for the defendant to plea bargain and pay a usurious, but point-free, fine. Which PP was angling for. Which I scoffed at, saying there was no defense and they would throw the book at him. But whaddya know, the "alleged" offense took place on the Saw Mill River Parkway, and hence was not town, but county. And you need a county chochem to negotiate a plea. But none was there. So.... case dismissed. No fine, no points, no hearing, no nothing. Rumor has it that PP considered riding off on Dollar the horse - hail the conquering hero - but instead drove (within the speed limit I am sure) home.

So this is where I get to quote that sharp-dressing 80s disco-dancing doctor.

"When I'm wrong, I say I'm wrong."



ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: the picture is from Jerry's no-doubt memorable 1980 appearance as Lars Mangros in the "Space Rockers" episode of the forgettable (well, I've forgotten it) tv show, Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. There do not seem to be any pictures on the net - NONE - of Jerry in Dirty D.. Perhaps ye of bigger bandwidth can find one and send me the link. I give up.

never pay a traffic ticket if you can spend hours of your life, losing valuable sleep, fighting it

Well, that went well. Thank you, lil' one.

The only reason for this post is to provoke someone into wondering "why is she up so early in the morning?" The answer is, "in solidarity". (Ok, it was early when I started this post - I had to figure out how to get that picture there, had to edit the bugger, you know.)

PP has to appear in the Village of Elmsford (known around here as "Village of the Damned") Town Court this morning to fight a speeding ticket - 70 in a 55 mph zone - that may or may not have been legitimate. I mean I was there, but who looks at someone else's speedometer.* I'm not going to be a witness on his behalf, though, because I would break under the Jack Bristow-Agent Burke-stylo torture they no doubt would inflict on me. Doesn't matter anyway - in traffic court interested-party witnesses are ignored and you are guilty unless the cop doesn't show, in which case they try to plea-bargain you down to a mere $100 fine and no points. Well, that's what he's hoping for. I sit here, awake, hoping I don't get a call about a distraught author making a disturbance on Stone Street, taking revenge on Dollar, [SCROLL DOWN!] the horse.

I'll be sure to let y'all know.



*DISCLAIMER: any implication that you may infer, of course, is poetic license, fictional embellishment of the truth which is that he was totally driving within the speed limit, as anyone who knows him knows, thank you very much.

welcome to my house

I do. See all, that is. I'm not sure if I want to share it with the world, so this is an experiment. But on the other hand, when I stumble across some absurdity or another I just might bring it here. We shall see.