Case of the Sunken Car

For some reason, yesterday, I remembered a car that I owned when I was about 18 or 19. I had just moved out of my mother’s house and gotten an apartment in a neighborhood not far from where I grew up. It was a particularly run-down neighborhood I didn’t have much furniture. Anyone that came over pretty much just sat on the floor.

I eventually got some furniture and had some people over regularly. Many people started showing up and on one weekend, I had a party. Not a big party. Probably about a dozen people or so. That period of my life is such a blur. I wasn’t sure what was happening half of the time. Just trying to make it from day to day.

The morning after the party, I remember waking up as I normally would and hearing a knock on the door. A police officer was looking at me with a steady stair. I don’t remember the words specifically but I do remember him telling me that my car was found. And, my reaction was, what do you mean my car was found. I didn’t know it was missing.

Sure enough, when I check, my keys were gone, my car was missing and I went with the officer to the scene of where my car was. It was at the bottom of a pond. Apparently a couple of people were walking around the pond that morning and noticed the hood of the car, under the water.

I suppose they were able to read the license plate somehow and find me. When the pulled the car out, everything was ruined. It was a full loss. There were checks and other items in the car that were in it when it went under. I never made much effort to figure out who did it. I don’t remember who was at the party and never pointed fingers at anyone. I really didn’t care too much. I don’t ever remember if the insurance covered it.

This one is going to remain unsolved. I have distanced myself from everyone I knew from that time. I have no reason to want to associate with any of them. They are just a distant memory. Some cases are best left unsolved, chalked up to kids doing stupid things that they hopefully aren’t still doing. We all move on. We can get new cars. Nobody got hurt. Life goes on.

Gary

I grew up in Baltimore and currently live in the Rodgers Forge community just north of Baltimore City.

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