I was very saddened when I left work on Wednesday. My bike was stolen!
I walked around the building just to see if someone was playing a joke on me. No such luck. It was gone.
Mad at myself for thinking there was no crime in Kodiak and never using my lock, I went inside to report it to the police.
While on the phone someone calls my name. It's a fireman. They were working on a fire hydrant down the street. A kid on a bike stared at them, suddenly gets off the bike, drops it in the middle of the road, and goes off into the woods.
They wait a minute, go pick up the bike form the road and continue working. They figure he needed a bathroom break. But no kid returns by the time they finished their work.
One recognizes it as the bike they see whenever they drop a patient off at the emergency room. So, they place the bike in the fire truck and bring it to me at work.
Isn't a small town nice? A place where kids respect authority....not just the police but also the firemen; in fact, anyone authority figure. Where people know where things belong. And, they take the time to return it to the owner!
So, today is cookie baking time for the fire department.