My adventures

Well, so far live in Massachusetts is pretty good. We moved down here the day after I graduated in the middle of a week-long driving rain storm. The entire area flooded. It was crazy! Thankfully my mom and brother came along to help speed up the move-in process. Needless to say, everyone got drenched. Our exploring of the area has been limited because of numerous blocked off highways and submerged roads. Maybe this weekend...
Yesterday I had to drive back to my old apartment to clean it out and turn in the keys. I will not miss the linoleum on the kitchen walls, the window in the shower that opens into the neighbors living room window, or the wall to ceiling wood paneling in the living room. The heating system will not be hard to give up either. It would be freezing cold all day, then all of a sudden, at 2am, it would kick into high gear, making it almost unbearable to stay indoors. Steam would emanate from the unit and I'm positive the loud banging noises it made could be heard from miles away. Needless to say, I felt like celebrating when I turned the keys in and was told I'd get my full deposit back.
I stopped in to have lunch with a friend before heading back to Mass. I have been out of graduate school for less than two weeks, and I am already a fugitive from justice. I pulled up to a toll booth, and the sign indicated that I needed to fork over $1. I was poking around my change purse and discovered that I had collected several Susan B. Anthony dollars. I said to my self, "these are really cool, but I probably don't need to save all of them. I know, I'll give one to the toll booth lady". I handed it to her, said thank you, and proceeded to drive off. All of a sudden an alarm started ringing. For a second, my heart stopped beating. I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw another car heading through the booth. I didn't know what to do. I waited for a few seconds, but nothing seemed to be happening, so I drove off, with alarms eventually fading in the distance. I then said to myself "she must have thought I gave her a quarter. I can't believe it! I gave her a dollar!". I had visions of patrol cars surrounding my vehicle demanding that I hand over 75 more cents. I also thought of a Dateline type show I had seen that showed where different places in the country were using cameras to catch people's license plates when they went through red lights to hunt them down and give them tickets. I am still wondering if the toll booth operators have such technology. I have decided that if I get a ticket, I'm going to court to fight it and to clear my good name! I'm not a toll evador! Then last night, we were sitting here in the living room watching tv. The phone rang, and who was it but that Massachusetts State Police! I nearly fainted! The authorities in the other state had not only figured out who I was but had figured out where I was living now and what my phone number is. I haven't even figured out my phone number yet. That was impressive and disconcernting at the same time. All this for 75 cents that I had actually paid at the toll booth! argh! Why wasn't that toll booth lady more observant?! It turns out that the police were doing a fund raising drive, and they weren't coming to arrest me. I told them they had the wrong number and hung up. What an ordeal!