The view from our living room windows is pleasant, with trees, houses, and sidewalks. Apparently that is all I ever notice. It seems that I take everything out there for granted, and my eyes are truly unseeing. Agatha Christie would have never written about someone with my observational skills! THERE HAS BEEN A RED CAR PARKED OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE FOR THREE WEEKS.
My husband brought this to my attention yesterday. “That car has not moved in three weeks.”
ME: “What car?”
HIM: “That red one. Hasn’t moved.”
ME: “Well, call the police.”
HIM: “I did. It is from Michigan, and it belongs to someone named Hackman.”
At this point, I have to admit that I was a little intrigued. My husband, the detective. This started a lively conversation about said Mr. Hackman.
ME: “Are they going to tow this Hackman guy’s car away?”
HIM: “Well, I am concerned that maybe this Hackman guy is sick or something, and can’t come back for his car.”
ME: “SICK? What made you think of that? Why not DEAD?”
HIM: “The police would know if he were dead.”
ME: “So if you have his car towed, and he gets better, you are afraid he will be wandering the street in front of the house in his robe, looking for the car?”
HIM: “He wouldn’t be wearing a robe if he was better; that is just silly.”
ME: “Well, then, maybe you should go around the neighborhood, knocking on doors, asking if anyone is harboring the ailing Mr. Hackman from Michigan.”
HIM: “I thought of that. The sick thing is probably ridiculous, right? So maybe he is a victim of foul play.”
So there we stood, looking out the window, speculating about Mr. Hackman. Is he a criminal, who put his car there for a getaway vehicle after a robbery that is in the offing? Is he just somebody’s houseguest? Is he IN THE TRUNK of that car? Did the car just break down three weeks ago, and Hackman abandoned it? What if Mr. Hackman is an Alzheimer’s victim, aimlessly wandering the area, searching for his auto? IS he actually sick somewhere? It was fun for awhile, but soon we got bored with Mr. Hackman, and went back to our laptops.
It is still sitting there. If anyone out there knows this Hackman guy, will you tell him to move his car?
And tell him we hope he feels better soon...
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If his first name is Gene, you have a very interesting story on your hands.
ReplyDeletehaha!! That is a well funny story :)
ReplyDeleteWell now I'm so curious, where is Mr. Hackman? Can someone check his license plate to find out where he lives?
ReplyDeleteLois, hubs checked the plates w/police--Hackman is from Michigan. We are all over this!
ReplyDeletegoogled hackman Michigan and came up as first link with a funeral home
ReplyDeletehttp://www.hackmanfuneralhome.com/
So now who is laughing? :-)
I can't believe this, Susie! Maybe he IS DEAD?
ReplyDeleteI think you should go buy a big piece of poster board and a thick marker and make a "Mr Hackman Where Are You???" sign to put on the windshield.
ReplyDeleteLOVE the Mr Hackman Where are you idea! I'd at least walk by the car and give it a sniff. If it smells bad then he IS in the trunk.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should take this to the local news? It's been more than 24 hours. Is he a missing person?
Was it a stolen vehicle? Some girl missed her boyfriend, stole her neighbors car, met up with boyfriend and left the car. The neighbor wants his car back! :)
Just "met" you on Twitter (I'm @maleaab). Funny and interesting story! We had a car parked in front of our house legimitately for 2 weeks and it got a ticket and threats to tow at my mom's expense because it was in front of OUR house regardless of the fact that it wasn't ours, we didn't tell them it was ok to park there, etc.
ReplyDeleteWe also had another person periodically park on our street and then walk to another neighborhood. Was very mysterious...turned out that the woman was having an affair with a man a few streets over!
Oh, my gosh! An affair! I didn't even think of that!
ReplyDeleteHmm...Since I'm currently living in Michigan, I will keep my eye out for Hackman's relatives. Maybe they know something of interest.
ReplyDelete~laffin~ my mother could solve the mystery for you, she knows what's going on with people who live two streets over! Want her number? haha!
ReplyDeleteMaybe it is Gene Hackman???
ReplyDeleteAnd you guys just crack me up.
And I tend not to notice things either so don't feel bad.
The Hackman body adventure, can't wait to hear the conclusion...
ReplyDeleteI love this story! This is why we are writers, our unbridled imagination. For instance, a few years ago there was a cat wandering my floor of the apartment building I live in. I did some checking and someone said, "I think he's my neighbour's cat; he got onto my balcony once." So I tried to contact the neighbour, who didn't answer my phone calls and didn't appear to return home (I could tell because a note I slipped under his door wasn't picked up). By the next day, I was convinced that the neighbour had been murdered and the cat escaped from the scene and was our only clue that something terrible had happened in the apartment, running up and down the hall trying to alert people to the horrors in the apartment he had come from.
ReplyDeleteOf course the next day, I saw the neighbour looking very much alive. I'm no longer allowed to approach strange cats in hallways.
The car belongs to MISS Hackman, Mr. Hackman's daughter, who apparently abandoned it on the street. She is home safe in Michigan. A University of Dayton student, she "left" it on our street after a "sporting event." I think somehow she got drunk and forgot where she left it. Anyway, the police have spoken w/the Hackmans, who promise to remove the car. If it isn't gone in a week, it will be towed! THE END.
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