I have LoJack on my car. Any time that my car starts moving without my key, I get notified in 5 ways: phone call, text message, email, and I forget what else. Maybe they tweet me. I probably don’t need LoJack, but it’s such a small car that you could pick it up with your hands and carry it across the U.S.-Mexican border, which is only about 40 minutes away.
Last week, I went to see my friend Cheryl at Scripps Hospital on Genesee. She just had her second baby! The maternity ward is super nice, with big rooms, marble floors, and wood paneling. Even the lobby has a person playing piano, so when you enter the hospital, you have that comforting feeling of shopping at Nordstrom.
The nurses put a LoJack on a little sleeve that goes around the baby’s ankle. Apparently, baby-stealing is a big issue these days! They even check your purse for babies. Cheryl’s mother-in-law had her bag checked, and it was a small-ish bag that wouldn’t fit much more than a pair of shoes. Crazy!