Before my junior year of high school in Vermont, I spent part of the summer out in California with my older sister and her horse's ass husband. They lived in the other Inland Empire.

One day, when my brother-in-law had something to do at UCLA, I rode into Los Angeles with him. We brought his bike along so I could explore while he was busy doing whatever it was he was there to do.

Well, the bike promptly got stolen while I was in a gas station restroom. But as luck would have it, I quickly found a couple of LAPD officers sitting in a patrol car nearby.

They could not possibly have been less interested in my predicament.

I guess I couldn't blame them. What's a stolen bike in the greater scheme of things?

Anyway, I thought of that incident the other day and found myself wondering if one or both of those cops wound up moving to the Inland Northwest when they retired.

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