Today was the last day of work for the year, so it looks like it's back to walking the streets. So what are you into? The Cleveland Steamer costs extra. No kissing on the mouth.

Over the last few weeks I've noticed that everyday there have been cops frequenting a backroad on my route to work. There might be one every so often, but lately it's been ridiculous. Every morning at least one unfortunate soul has been snared by the iron hand of John Law. The only reason I've been able to notice them in time is because some sap, possibly seconds before I drive down the road, has been pulled over. Even today when I was going to work in the morning one was already hard at work and as I was leaving work a few more crossed my path. Nothing like a hefty speeding ticket a week before Christmas to give you that warm, fuzzy feeling. Better them than me. Ain't I full of the Christmas spirit?