My car was recovered today. The police called from an apartment complex about ten blocks to the south and east of my house. There is a region of dead end roads, apartment buildings, swamps, culverts, and park and rides between Pacific Highway South and I-5. My car was parked neatly, doors unlocked, under a covered parking space, with a GM key jammed into the ignition. The apartment building had placed a green notice on the window. They’d placed it there the day I reported the car stolen. There was gas in the tank. The contents of the car were hardly pilfered — car seat, umbrella, even my tire gauge were all in place. The officer dusted the car for prints and took the GM key. I drove the car home, parked it back in the driveway where it had been stolen, and locked the doors.