A.P.B. for a Young Black Ipod, 4.5 inches tall, 3.8 ounces

That's right. He's missing. I don't know where he is. His name is MyPod. Although there are many out there that look like him, there is none like him. I mean, for God's sake, he has his own serial number. I think I lost him Saturday. The last song I listened to on him was a gospel song, so hopefully, a little divine intervention will reunite us. I last saw him right before choir rehearsal on Saturday 11/11. That's odd on another level because that was Veteran's Day. I'm a U.S. Army Veteran, how could something bad happen to me on that day? I didn't realize he was missing until Sunday night, that in itself is odd as well because he is always near. I had been having trouble with my ITunes prior to Sunday night, then I finally got the kinks worked out. After adding some cd's to ITunes that my guy gave me (Julian, DJ XTC, Boogie...the nicknames are endless)...oh and they were good ones..Jay Z, the Black Album remixed by Pete Rock (heat!!!) and Joe Carasco (some good funk and jazz) I was ready to download them to my Ipod. That's where Sunday night became wierd.

My hopes were dashed a little while ago when I called some people I went to church with and they told me that they had not seen him. Since Saturday, there has been a wedding and a church service. I was hoping that if I had left him there, someone picked him up and took him out of harm's way and placed him in the care of someone that would return him to me. I had pictures, contacts, my resume...everything on there. Not to mention 1300 songs, about 5G of music. I had not even received the full potential out of MyPod...I had about 22.5 gigs to go. Well at least I still have all that stuff in my Itunes library. Still, it sucks going to work without him.

Which brings me to another strange event, my keyboard (Roley..short for Roland XP-60) would not work at church on Saturday....maybe it was a warning for the dark event to come. It worked fine when I got it home though....odd. Well....my daughter just said the funniest thing to me and my wife. She religously watches these princess movies and I am sick of them. So I told her that we needed to go to the store to get some more movies for her to watch. You know, place some variety in her life. She said she didn't have a car, she couldn't go. She's three.