Shattered Glass

The other day when I stepped out to go to lunch, I discovered my car's front windshield had been shattered. My office asked if I had parked out front underneath the large pine trees. Why yes, I replied. Why? Well, they've had a problem with pine cones -- yes, pine cones -- falling on cars and denting them. Except this time, one broke a windshield. Well, gee, thanks for telling me. I was wondering why nobody parked on the street right in front. Now I know.

It looked like a baseball had smashed it at the point of impact, then it splintered across my windshield. I found several pine cones on the street, and sure enough, they weigh a ton, are pointy like a missile and are about the size of a grenade. My office offered to help out with the cost of replacing it. Though it's actually not as expensive as I thought it would be. Only $165 and that includes the glass, labor and taxes. Not bad, if you ask me. It's being replaced as I type this.

Celebrity sighting: Just rode the elevator up to my floor with Justin Guarini. He cut off all his locks and is much taller than I thought he would be.