OK, first the stage dressing: I've been wasting a lot of time on LPSG lately, much more than usual. The Squeeze has been out of town (Buenos Aires) working at the satellite offices of Fundación Par, (Foundation For) throughout the country. He's a social worker (8 years of post high school education) and runs interference for his boss who is the main supporter/organizer of Fundación Par in Argentina. Last Saturday The Squeeze and his boss (she's in her mid 70's and has lived in a wheel chair since she contracted polio at 15) decided to drive to Córdoba instead of fly as they normally would. After all, it's only about 350 kilometers away. The Squeeze and his boss are good friends and he wanted to try out his new 2009 Suburu Forester. One hundred miles from Córdoba they were car-jacked by guys with guns wearing hoods and driving three other cars. They were forced off the side of the road and had everything taken, cell phones, cash, DNI's, luggage, and his bosses wheel chair. A trucker found them on the side of the road and helped them get to the nearest police station where they filed a report. Somehow they were able to hire a car and continued on to Córdoba. Yesterday they had to fly back to the city. The Squeeze's boss had just received news that her neice, who was house-sitting for her, had jumped from the 30th floor of her apartment balcony. When their plane landed yesterday afternoon the front tire of the MD 80 they were in blew and the plane skidded to a stop within half a kilometer of the freeway (autopista) that marks one end of the tarmac at Aeroparc Newberry in downtown BsAs. Otherwise, no one was injured. (Apparently, this happens all of the time!) The Squeeze hailed a cab to get them to his bosses apartment in Palermo. As The Squeeze was wrestling with the new wheel chair they'd bought, another car slammed into the back of the taxi causing The Squeeze to fly against a large tree. The Squeeze suffered a sprained hip. His boss possibly has a fractured spine. The Taxi driver smashed his head against the windshield. All three ended up at nearest hospital. The Squeeze was released early this morning (about 6:00 AM) and immediately went to his mother's house before coming home to me. His mother reluctantly gave him the bad news that his 14 year-old Chow Chow, Beethoven, had died two days earlier; the afternoon he left. Soon after getting the bad news about the dog, The Squeeze was arrested (today at about 8:30 AM at his mother's house) for being involved in several gun robberies in Córdoba. It appears the guys who robbed his new car are still at large and running around ripping people off. But HE had to be arrested because the car involved in the robberies is registered in his name. At 10:00 AM today I received a call from his boss, who is still in the hospital with a fractured spine. She gave me instructions to go the Belgrano Central Jail and bail him out. Of the six 100 Peso notes I took out of the ATM with my bank VISA card at the jail to post his bail two were fake. If the policeman who had accompanied me to the ATM and guarded me as I extracted the cash had not insisted upon escorting me, they would have most likely put me in jail, too, for passing counterfeit money. The Good News? They finally figured out that he is not responsible for any of the recent robberies, but it will take months to get the 600 Pesos back. The Squeeze is now snoring away in a chemically induced afternoon nap. He doesn't drink, smoke, or take drugs. But I insisted that he quaff 20 mgs of Valium and snooze with the TV on. Anyone else have a string of bad luck similar to this? I'm hoping it is not contagious. I know good vibes can be terribly contagious, but bad vibes? Just don't know.