Let there be light.

There's been a Bridgeman's down the street from our house that's been closed for about 5 years. It's just been an empty building since then. For some reason, Adam decided to google it and discovered something amazing... a Pizza Luce is moving in! I thought it must be a joke or a fluke, but I didn't believe it. After some of my own digging, it was confirmed. I'm so excited to have a bar/restaurant that's so close and also so good right by our house. We went to brunch with my parents at the Hopkins Luce (that used to be Baker's Square), and they did a really good job with the re-design, and of course, it was a delicious. It's expected to open in June or July, I can't wait. But I also get a little sad knowing that we're probably only going to live in our house for a couple more years. Of course the neighborhood starts to get "cool" as we begin to think about where our next house is. But the upside is that hopefully all the renovations in the neighborhood will help improve our property values and make it that much easier to sell our house. I keep thinking there has to be a young couple like us out there that will love our house when we're ready to move on. But I do know that getting a Luce isn't a bad thing for the neighborhood and gives us one more pizza option at just a block away. Hopefully all the walking to Luce will offset all the increased calories I'll consume!

The Witness.

I was on my way to an impromptu happy hour at Pizza Luce after work tonight when I witnessed something I haven't seen before.

A man kicking in a car.

I was the only one in the alley and saw a car pull up. The driver got out of the car, headed toward a parked car, and proceeded to kick at the driver's side door until he dented it. Then kicked the side mirror off. After that, he got back in his Audi and drove away.

I was there the whole time, just watching him attack the car as I slowly walked with my crutches toward the sidewalk. I wasn't really sure what to do. I couldn't really stop the man, and honestly didn't want to get in the way of a man taking out his rage on a car. But the only thing I thought to do, was take note of the license plate.

Most of the cars in the alley belong to Luce delivery drivers, so I told them when I got there what had happened. Sure enough, it was an employee's car. He was very grateful that I got the license plate and I guess I'm now a witness on the police report. I don't know if they will contact me about it. I'm sort of curious what happens in situations like this and if I need to do any more than just be the good Samaritan. So far, I've been rewarded with some free beer, pizza and carrot cake, and love Luce even more.