Egads! Just now, shortly before midnight on Wednesday the 9th, on my way home on Rt 27 an Edison police car blew through a red light and almost rammed me. I believe the name of the road he was on was Wood Avenue. No lights on or anything. He was just not paying attention or drunk or something. It was Car 45. I know that because he followed me, pacing me, all the way to Parsonage Road when he finally turned away. Eef! The picture of Pushkin the cat makes me feel better.
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