We had a great lunch at The Cheesecake Factory (and split a couple of Godiva Cheesecake slices with real whipped cream - yummmmmm), then walked around a little. I wanted to see the jail section, and we found it near the courtyard. The hallway going to the cells was lined with photos, and I took some pictures of the old photos - I thought they were pretty neat.
First, though, the two dangerous criminals being measured:
Pretty small cells for two people - see the upper and lower beds?
And here they are, the two shifty criminals inside their cell:
They don't look very happy, do they? Such good actors!
And here are the old photos:
I guess this is how they used to take mug shots:
And the fancy firing range:
The motorcycle police:
Of course, San Diego's location and the variety of scenery and architecture, the hills, ocean, bay - such a wide variety of locations! - make it perfect for filming TV shows and movies. If you're interested, this link will take you to San Diego Film Commission's Trivia Page.
Between a nice family breakfast, church, and our drive to Old Town San Diego to catch the Trolley, it was a super nice, very full day. The night before we had our overnight at Grammy's and the couch and dinette were put into service as beds. What a mess The Palms was - but kids don't notice those things, and we all had a great time. We watched a movie and ate jelly beans. When we got back to their house late Sunday afternoon, Tom helped me put The Palms back in order and I said goodbye to everyone and drove to my exciting sleepover in the medical office parking lot where I met two of the area's finest.
The second night I spent in the medical offices parking lot was not quite as calm and the first. It was last Sunday night, and I planned to finish up two appointments then "hit the road." So Katie and I were all ready to go.
We were parked at the far corner of the parking lot - there are lots of lights and it feels very safe. We went to bed - and around midnight I woke up with the entire inside of The Palms lit up. I peeked out the side window of the bunk over the cap, and saw a policeman there, talking to another policeman out of my sight near the rear of the rig. They had two cars, one pointing to the side of The Palms, and one behind us, so we were blocked in and couldn't have "escaped" if we were bad guys. Both cars had their bright headlights pointing at us, and their spotlights too, and both policemen were shining their flashlights back and forth across the motor home. Whew. I climbed down, pulled on a shirt and jeans, and heard knocking on the truck's passenger door.
I pulled the curtain over that separates the living area from the cab at night and had a light shining in my face. Long story short, he wanted my name, what I was doing there, etc. I was ready for my appointment early the next morning and told him that, and had my appointment cards, ID, Medical card, and credit card banded together to take with me the next morning. I showed him, but all he wanted to do was glance at my Driver's License. I guess I matched the license photo and the info that I'm sure they ran on The Palm's license plate. He asked if I was alone. I guess he wanted to make sure I wasn't being held against my will.
He said, "Okay, We had a call and they were worried. We're just checking to make sure you are okay." Then they said, Have a good night, got in their cars and drove away. I knew that sooner or later that was going to happen and I had my story and "props" rubber-banded together and ready and it was all good.
After my annual physical the next morning, I went to the Member Services Department and asked to speak with someone in Security. I explained to him what happened the night before, and said it never occurred to me to ask permission, since the facility closed at night and the lot was empty. He said they had not called, it was probably someone from the neighborhood. It was fine if I wanted to park in their lots the night before appointments, but probably a good idea to check in with security and let them know. Then if there's a problem, I can say I have permission. Yes, Sir, will do!
So... that's the story of my grandsons in jail and me being questioned by the police.
From me and Katie, have a great Friday, everybody! :)
