Indomitable Annie: A Five Star Re-Make

“What if you have no cards?” Annie (Quvenzhane Wallis) asked her temporary guardian, Will Stacks (Jamie Foxx.)

“You bluff,” he answered.

They were flying in his personal helicopter above New York City.

That’s the moment I remember most about this new re-make on the 1982 original movie.

Why? Because the relationship between the business tycoon and this young girl is both believable and inspiring. It’s clear that they were meant to be family: they share the same go-get ’em mentality. Both are opportunists- but Annie’s agenda is pure. She just wants a better life for herself, and to help out her friends when she’s able. She never forgets her roots and isn’t corrupted by fame or instant wealth.

She also sees right through any attempts at manipulation and calls it immediately. She reminds the adults trying to hustle her that though she may be a kid, she deserves respect and will not be forced into anything that doesn’t feel right to her. She will not be used as a PR prop. Rather, she agrees to play along to help the mayor’s campaign– but only on her her terms. She requires that Stacks get to know her. She is not bought or dazzled by paparazzi.

The best thing about Annie is her refusal to be defined by her current circumstances. She does not see herself as someone rejected by her parents or society– but someone waiting for what she knows she deserves: a family that will cherish her. Even when people try to label her an orphan, she corrects them: “foster kid.” She doesn’t attach easily to Stacks– she reminds him he is not her real father. He realizes he needs to earn HER respect and cooperation: something new for a man used to being surrounded by greedy fans and “Yes men” paid to meet his whims.

Annie cannot be bought. Thus, she wins HIS respect. And he finds that, probably for the first time since he was a boy who idolized his workaholic father, he values a human connection more than money.

The movie is a Republican fairy tale– with a heart! Republicans always get a bad rap, but they’re not evil. Just motivated, which is why they are successful in business. From the first scene, it’s clear that Annie is a smart kid, capable of navigating the city streets alone. She has plans. She has dreams. She’s the leader at home, where is she one of a small group of foster kids (not orphans)– run haphazardly by Miss Hannigan.

I’ve never much liked Foxx before this movie– he always seems arrogant. But he played his role so well that I even changed my mind about the actor himself. It’s clear that once he stops his denial about his genuine love for Annie, he is ready to step up and become a devoted family man.

Annie’s optimism and unrelenting kindness changes him.

Annie also refuses to be bullied by Hannigan and escapes at her first opportunity without fear.

And contrary to the bad reviews of Diaz, I think she claimed this role of Miss Hannigan and made it hers. She starts out as openly verbally and emotionally abusive– a desperate alcoholic. She throws her self at every male who enters her lair, and it’s cringe-worthy to watch. But there’s obvious pain and palpable regret behind her negativity. She was once a promising star, now faded. She, too, feels trapped by her circumstances. To begin she hates Annie, who represents what she herself will never have: joy. She singles out Annie the most for bad treatment and talks badly about her. Clearly, she sees Annie as a threat.

So what if she can’t sing like Carol Burnett? Rather than try to do the impossible and copy the master, she had the courage to do her own interpretation. She more than conveys the anguish behind the character’s hostile facade. As she sees Annie holds no resentment toward her, even she begins to change for the better. She puts down the bottle, sees herself as valuable, and begins treating others better.

The girl is downright unstoppable.

I loved the music! It’s more urban, with complex arrangements. It reminds me a lot of the “RENT” movie, which I love as much as the Original Broadway Cast version now. Not all of the songs are included, but I think this team found the heart of the songs and did them justice.

I don’t compare them– it’s that good. This movie stands alone.

I won’t ruin ALL the plot twists for ya. This movie teaches us about faith, love, ethics and sacrifice.

Go and see it. It will make your day and remind you to believe in your own potential, and that of everyone.

It exudes Christmas spirit.

This is a film everyone can enjoy, and LEARN something from. And that’s a big statement from me, because I’ve been a hardcore fan of the 1982 movie since it’s release. It was one the of the first movies I saw, and I STILL HAVE my vinyl record soundtrack! I wore out my first cassette tape of the soundtrack.

I can’t wait to see it again! And buy the soundtrack.

Michael Sweet Threw a Bible, and I Caught It: My First Christian Rock Show!

I’ve been avoiding music shows lately– I’m tired of sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll being championed.

The gold set list on my black leather jacket-- God and rock 'n roll!

The gold set list on my black leather jacket– God and rock ‘n roll!

Tired of hearing rants about how wasted they got on the way to the show, challenging the audience to do shots. I know it’s all part of the image and that partying is what the industry is built upon. But I don’t drink or do drugs and although I go for the music and have a great time, I get tired of being one of the only sober people in the room. Tired of being hit on.

Luckily, my friend Tammie had invited me to see STRYPER last night! And I felt totally at home.

Everyone from the bands to the road crew setting up seemed to be sober. Maybe a few weren’t– but it definitely changed the atmosphere for the better. They played Tailgaters Sports Bar & Grill in Bolingbrook, IL.

People DRANK Coke, rather than bragging about doing it. I saw crosses, not cleavage, everywhere. Mostly, I saw a lot of respect. For the band, for the audience, for the venue.

The show was exactly what I needed after work, especially since a co-worker told me, “You look like a nun.”

She didn’t mean it as a compliment, although nuns ARE awesome. I ran home and dressed up for the first time in months, it seems. I wore a white shirt that I love with golden crosses all over it, and my favorite dangly heart earrings. I put on eye-liner and mascara and actually used hairspray! I searched frantically for the Stryper album I still have on CD, but couldn’t find it. My phone was nowhere to be found so I Facebooked my friend that I was leaving, Googled directions and wrote them down, and got to Tailgator’s within about 25 minutes.

My friend Tammie was waiting for me at the door, bless her. She’s always been a steadfast friend. Even better, she had bought our tickets in advance and we had a table RIGHT by the stage! In the left corner, where Michael Sweet would step out later on a few times.

The two opening bands were wonderful– Ignescent, and Signature. The first was definitely a Christian band, and I don’t think the second was, but I really enjoyed both! As always, I missed a lot that I couldn’t hear– but the musicianship and performances were great. I loved the fact that Ignescent front woman Jennifer Benson was a petite woman about my size. Seeing her up there rocking out– for the Lord!– was so inspiring. I loved that she still locked like a rocker, but modest as well. She had on a black dress, black shredded jeans, and a cute black skirt and black shoes. On the way to the bathroom, I met her! She talked to me for a few minutes and had the best smile. She was really sweet.

When I returned, Signature lead singer Sami Carava walked by me and gave me a sweaty kiss on the cheek, and I grinned.

And as set-up began for STRYPER, I saw the set list being duct-taped down, right in front of us! Black tape.

Bass player Tim Gaines was directly in front of us.

I asked Tammie to use her phone to look-up the verse on the banner behind the drum kit, Isiah 53:5. She had a Bible app! We scrolled down and found it, and I loved it.

Once the set began, I was transported.

Earlier, Tammie had posted a Facebook photo of a BIBLE Stryper had thrown into the crowd Friday night at an acoustic show at the same venue. This was the electric show. As soon as I saw that, I decided my goal would be to GET ONE myself! She also had a yellow guitar pick, given away for their 30th Anniversary tour– they began in 1984.

I saw the tiny hornet-yellow picks set up on each mic with an apparatus that had them lined up for the band members to toss to the crowd.

During, “Call and Respond,” Michael Sweet was throwing Bibles.

I JUMPED out of my chair and waved my hand without shame. “ME!! ME!!”

He looked at me, smiled and tossed one to me. I caught it!! It’s pocket-sized, perfect.

And suddenly, GOD is rock n’ roll. I am so excited to see a legendary band like Stryper endorsing the Bible. Plus, it’s the most genius gimmick ever. It’s the NIV, New Testament. It’s black, with a black band sticker.

They embodied the virtue of charity, throwing out several Bibles and guitar picks.

Sweet was riveting. I loved the Abalone squares on his guitar, and the fact that he wore nice black leather shoes, like a gentleman. Black jeans with yellow crosses down the leg and on his back pocket.

And it was so clearly about the MUSIC, the Lord, and the fans. He talked to us. But unlike every other front man I’ve ever seen, he wasn’t leering or gyrating. He was there to praise, not seduce. To commune with the fans, not challenge them to get wasted. He asked for a show of hands of fans who had been to past shows– smiled in recognition at some of them.

I realized why MUSIC is the booming business it is. It’s healing, on a soul level. And how much pressure Christian bands must face to conform– the gigs they lose and the money the pass up, to adhere to their faith. The pressure they all face to sexualize themselves to sell more albums.

I’m going to look for more Christian bands. Not so say I’m abandoning secular music– but I love the atmosphere of a Christian show and I’ll take the challenge to find more!

During a set break, Tammie showed me the Rosary she had made with rose petals from her mother’s funeral, 15 years ago. I was so happy she let me hold it, it was the most intricate Rosary I’ve ever seen. I’m Catholic and she’s Non-Denominational Christian, but we focus on what we have in common. Earlier this week, we’d talked about attempting to learn to pray the Rosary together. I love that she wants to share that with me, even though she’s not Catholic. What an extraordinary display of friendship.

Whenever I have doubts about this blog, Tammie is there reassure me I should keep going. She’s been a subscriber since she learned about it.

I felt Christ’s presence in that room. Maybe that’s a bold thing to say, but I’m alright with that.

I’ve been looking frantically for His presence– I only thought I could find it in Mass. I’ve been anxious because when my work schedule changes, I won’t likely be able to go to Mass as often, or maybe at all. But now I know you really don’t need to go to a church to find Him.

God, Christ, whoever you identify with– He’s all around us. If you only have the courage to look.

Seek the GOOD– and you will find it.

And I was reassured that I’m not alone in my faith walk. I never wondered what denomination anyone was– it didn’t matter. I felt united under God’s rock concert. We’re all struggling. We’re all trudging forward, best we can.

A man at the table to my immediate left held up two fingers in a cross sign. I saw people closing their eyes, being still- seemingly in prayer.

I loved when he said the band was going to “stop trying to be modern,” (If I heard that right!) and just go back to their roots. This was their last American tour stop before heading out to Brazil. What are the odds that I got to see them!? God’s brought me there for a reason.

I’m an old-fashioned gal, who doesn’t often feel at home in this newfangled world. Hear, hear! I was bummed that earlier I couldn’t find the CD of theirs I had bought in 2005, which still have! I wanted to show it to them, maybe try and get it signed. But look what I got instead!

God’s abundance. Thanks for reading this far– I know I’m a verbose lady!

They closed with an encore performance– “To HELL with the Devil!” That’s the only song I previously knew, and it was absolutely perfect. I was AWED that Sweet’s voice really IS as operatic as it sounded every time I played it in my car.

I bought my first and only Stryper CD in 2005, when I was living in Freeport and working as a news reporter. I interviewed a woman who was selling a bunch of random things in her home– and I snatched up that album.

Now I write on my own terms– with this blog.

The best moment of the night was after they closed with their encore performance, “To Hell with the Devil,” of course!! FINALLY, the audience all got to their feet. I had thought they were a little TOO respectful, all sitting down the whole time.

But it was also just like any other rock show– there were still drunk women lunging at the stage.

Last night was I reminded I’m right where I need to be for me, right now.

Especially when as the road crew packed up, a man HANDED ME the set list with a smile! I screamed and taped it on the back of my leather jacket. I didn’t worry about anyone stealing it, and no one did.

Tammie was so happy for me, too.

Robert Sweet fist-bumped me, and Ox Fox shook my hand as they exited the stage. They were so gracious.

We stopped at the merch table on the way out, and I decided to buy myself a birthday present: I’ll be 34 next month. I don’t have anything planned as of yet. I’ve gotten down on myself in the past for not having the markers of “adulthood” yet– not being settled down with a family and mortage.

I’m still renting and I’m single.

But God gave me this FREEDOM for a reason. And I’m grateful. I’ll enjoy it as long as I’ve got it!

I spied a hoodie with– what else?– To hell With the Devil– on the back, in yellow script lettering. I asked if there any smalls?

ONE left.

Most of my money these days goes toward basic expenses: food, bills, gas. Books. I rarely buy clothes.

But I decided I deserved this. And I gave myself permission to splurge and get it. Now I’ve got a perfect new hoodie for fall, and I can’t wait for Stryper fans to stop me and talk to me about it!

I’m sure that’ll inspire some conversations about religion and God, with all sorts of people.

I can’t wait.

Deaf Girl Chases Eskimo Man: a Love Story

The jingle reached in and grabbed me out of intertia.

No sound in my left ear– but the right one still works. Mostly.

That saccharine floating melody paraded somewhere down my block and my legs responded. First, hesitation.

How could I find it with my eroded hearing? It’s pinpointing location of sound that’s impossible.

Nostalgia wins. Sprinting outside, I whirled to listen.

Veered left first, then stopped. Had I missed it?? He’s moving far away.


Like Inigo Montoya with his father’s sword, I ask for guidance in finding direction.

I stop.

We always called him the Eskimo Man, not the Ice Cream Man. Different truck, but same jingle.

Bomb pop. Must have a Bomb Pop!

I turn right and strain with my ears, scanning the block. Desolate.

Not giving up. Silence– out my range.

I run back to the center point at the end of my block.

I pray. God, where did he go?

I feel I should run to the right again. I begin…  and the notes reappear.

I bolt toward toward those promising notes, running like that truck is my First Love. And I just need to see him again one more time– just to know that I can still have those feelings. Just to remember there’s still a girl full of wonder living in me.

Nothing could have stopped me, and nothing was in my way.

The Eskimo Man appeared, making a left turn from around the corner to my right. He turned into the intersection, going up my street.

I run toward the truck, catching up from the left.  He sees me, slows, parks.

It’s white with a yellow sign– and “STOP for children.”

Smiling, I run to the other side.

And see the rainbow Sno-Cone. Sonic the Hedgehog, but not Mario. Where is Choco Taco??

The man smiles at me– a 33-year-old who chased him down, as excited as a six-year-old who saved their Tooth Fairy money.

“Can I have a Cherry Screwball?”


“Do you still have Bomb Pops??”


“Three dollars,” he tells me. The recession has hit the Eskimo Man, too.

“LOWER PRICES!!!” the sign in the window reads. Black permanent marker on white paper– the “o” colored yellow, red squiggles for emphasis under “Prices.”

I pay him, and offer the two singles as a tip.

“Too much!” he says with a smile.

This man, who is driving an ice cream truck with prices LOWER than they were 15 years ago– is humble. I insist.

He smiles, accepts it.

I run home, put the Bomb Pop in the freezer for later– still red, white, and blue.

Now, I feast.

The conical frozen confection seems the same size– but the two gumballs are tiny. I remember just one, bigger, gumball.

But it’s not about the taste.

It’s about the fact that somewhere out there, The Eskimo Man still exists.

A Job Fair and a Confidence Boost! Learning My Own Value as an Applicant.

Just returned from a job fair. It was a small one, but a good experience.

I navigated it quickly. Working sales has taught me a lot about people and how to assess a situation.

Being there reminded me that I’ve got a lot to offer, and that there are some wonderful opportunities out there in industries I hadn’t previously considered. It shows how much my confidence has grown, because at the last job fair I attended, I didn’t even consider applying to some of the biggest companies who were hiring for a variety of jobs.

Last time, I even talked to a recruiter at Caterpillar for at least 15 minutes. We had a great rapport. He encouraged me to apply and said that I might be surprised how my degree could be used in his company. He was the last person I talked to– and I waited to speak with him. But I’m not a scientific person, so I just figured, why bother? Afterward I had called my dad, who used to be president of a local hospital. Now he works real estate, but he’s always been a very professional man. It’s part of his character– he’s always dressed up, always treats everyone with fairness. Very conservative, his style is clean cut. Most of my life he was wearing a suit every day, now he’s more business casual.

My dad had told me to go back in and apply at Cat, to at least hand the guy my resume. But I didn’t.

This time, I’m proud. I applied at a couple of companies that are totally outside my usual comfort zone. I only brought 10 resumes, and I didn’t hand them all out. In the past, I was scurrying around, in a frenzy to talk to as many recruiters as possible. This time I was much more relaxed. I didn’t stay long at each table and I didn’t worry.

Instead I smiled, made eye contact, and shook hands with the recruiters. Asked what types of jobs they’re hiring for, and told them why I would be interested and how I could fit in there. Asked if I could leave a resume. Looked at their displays and read over some literature, took a copy of a flyer. Joked a bit. Exchanged names, thanked them for their time, shook their hand and went on my way.

The company I was most impressed with told me they’ll be giving me a call! Who knows? I learn fast and adapt well, I’ve done so many different types of work. I’m actually proud of that– I’m versatile.

I’m realizing I’ve got more skills than I’ve given myself for, and that the only thing standing between me and the future that I want is my own imagination. I’ve come a long way since last year. I’m much more open-minded. I deal with people well and represent myself in a professional, intelligent way.

I’m proud because before interacting with any of these recruiters, I surveyed their tables and decided first if the company is worth *my* time. If they have no materials or posters, I’m suspicious. I want to be told up-front what they do, and what my job would entail. Usually I like to observe a little bit first, then approach them. I don’t like people who are deceptive, and I especially don’t like companies who pull a bait-and-switch about the services they provide, your job description, the number of hours they’re hiring, or whether or not benefits are available. I want to see it listed in print– because that’s fair and honest. I want their marketing to be clear and accurate.

And I especially hate going to a table and talking to someone, only to be re-directed to the website or to be told they don’t take resumes. I invested time to print out my resume on quality resume paper. I’ve updated and edited it. I put myself together, dressed up, and made a point to talk to this person. What was the point of doing all that if this person will not make any effort to remember me, and I have essentially gained no advantage as an applicant by attending the job fair and personally connecting with their staff?

The recruiter manning the table tells you a lot about the company. Their attentiveness, how they’re dressed, their demeanor.

One company I certainly avoided stands out because their recruiter was openly checking me out. C’mon, at a job fair?

I definitely felt my age at that moment. Gone are the girlish days where I would have felt flattered and smiled back at him. I’m sure some other women would have wanted to capitalize on that and gone straight to his table– but not this one. There were other men the same age who conducted themselves appropriately. Who were looking to find applicants, not eye candy.

I wore a suit jacket with a nice shirt and a skirt, and heels. Nothing about my ensemble or my demeanor invited sexual attention. I was walking through the middle aisle, inspecting the prospects of these companies at their respective tables. And this guy is slouched down in his chair, looking at my legs.

I ruled out the companies with low pay, only part-time hours, outside sales, or based in industries toward which I have no interest or lack prerequisite qualifications. Ya gotta have standards and also be realistic. If it’s not an improvement on my current job or going to help me grow, I don’t have time for it.

It was a quick experience, and a confidence builder.

It felt great to put on something smart and meet new people, to learn about new opportunities and companies.

It was hosted by a community college. On my way out, I grabbed a student poetry anthology. I remember when I was a college student myself, excited to be in published in our campus literary magazine.

I still write poems, though I haven’t published in many years.

These days, security and money override artistic expression.

A part of me will always be an artist. But first, gotta pay bills.

It’s a process, and I’m making it happen at my own pace.

These days, I like to keep my best stories to myself.

Leaving the Door Ajar, not Closed

So I quit the poetry workshop, letting the instructor know by e-mail. I thanked her for everything, but explained that as much as I enjoy the classes, they cannot be my priority right now.

It’s been wonderful, but I can’t commit to those time slots any longer, or the gas money. I need to focus on more practical things. Especially saving money, and making more of it. That includes cutting back on driving to Chicago. This year has been hard because I used to go up there a lot– at least twice a month, sometimes more. Two of my best friends live up there, and I enjoyed getting out of the suburbs to see them. They made trips to J-town too, but let’s face it– the city is more exciting. This year I’ve mostly talked to those friends on the phone– but they make a point to call me too. We’ve adapted as good friendships do. I’ve made a lot of practical changes this year, and it’s been wonderful. It’s brought me simplicity, tranquility, and more stability. I’m on a roll with the “ility,” words!

And her reaction was wonderful. She couldn’t have been more professional. She invited me to any future workshops, and promised to let me know the dates in case I could make it. She offered to send me a copy of their chapbook publication, even though I had declined to submit this time. She said she really enjoyed my writing, and was glad that I had attended. Consummate professional. Any reasonable adult understands when work and budgeting comes first. It’s good to know she’s not holding my decision against me, and respects that the timing is not right at this time.

And maybe I can make an adjustment myself about going to Chicago this year. Maybe I can start taking the train more often instead. I’ve always avoided it except for a few times, preferring to not be limited about when I can arrive and leave. I also prefer parking hassles to having to switch trains and traverse around the city on foot, especially in the cold– alone. I’ve grown to be an excellent Chicago driver, and even parallel parking. I can maneuver into almost any spot now, like a local!

But maybe it’s time that I start learning  to get around the city like a TRUE Chicagoan– on the “L.”

Challenges, challenges.

Open Heart, Healing Energy

Lately it seems as if my mind is just opening in tandem with my heart.

I’m feeling an inviting, giving energy.

There is so much more to life beyond Christianity. Beyond Catholicism. Beyond the confines of what defines religion.

Spirituality is a gift, anyway you find it.

We don’t have to choose a side.

We can coexist. I hate this tradition of one belief having to nullify others.

I’m re-connecting with my artistic friends, inviting truth and positivity into my life. Forgiveness, reconciliation.

I don’t want to judge. I think about that ASTROLOGER I criticized, and she’s just a woman trying to make a living.

She’s a small business owner. She lives in Chicago, and it’s a tough world there. She pays rent to work there.

That IS an honest living. Maybe she does possess some power, and has tried making a living “the regular way.”

What caused me to judge was my knee-jerk reaction, knowing that Christianity labels her business as dangerous.

I’ll Skip the Hustle, Thanks

This morning I was my usual absentminded self, and put my phone on top of my car. I was going to work, and had just wrapped up a conversation while I was loading my purse in the passenger seat.

And yeah! I couldn’t find my phone anywhere when I got to work– but I did find it when I came home. In the street. Smashed. And I mean BROKEN. Woo! It still lights up, but the glass is so broken I can’t slide it without cutting myself. (It’s an iPhone.)

So after that, I went straight to the store to get a replacement. And WOW, did I get hustled. The sales girl walked up to me right away, and steered me directly toward a cover that’s water-proof and also apparently indestructible. It was set up right by the door.

I was annoyed. We hadn’t even talked about my phone yet and she’s already pulling this?

I shut that down right away, and said I just want to take care of my phone first. She was disappointed, but dutifully took me to the counter to examine it.

This girl was absolutely shameless. One thing after another– she tried to hurry me through all the details of replacing the phone. I wasn’t sure that’s what I wanted at first– I asked when I was due for an upgrade. Not till August. She wanted me to sign off on my replacement phone before I had even asked her that! Soooo smooth.

Then she wanted me to sign a statement saying all the terms and details had been presented to me– when they hadn’t. And then press the “next” button, to complete the sale. I asked to see the details about the price first, and she was annoyed. At every turn, I blocked her.

I did agree to it.

Then she tried to hustle me into buying the case I was shown upon first walking in- which is $89.  Ha! I’ve had this phone for over two years now, with a regular case– and this is the first time it’s been even cracked.

(A fun tidbit– the phone may be ruined, but the Obama case is intact!) That’s my president!

When we first went to discuss my phone, she was talking up her Android phone, and how cool it is. Then when I said later on that I’m not sure I wanted to stay with an iPhone since I have an upgrade coming this summer, she tried to tell me that the 5 isn’t any better than what I’ve got. That if I spent the $89 on this case, I wouldn’t NEED to replace the phone– it would last longer.

She must have been new. So desperate to close the sale! She flip-flopped more than John Kerry. I told her I wanted to pay my bill and think about it for a minute. I left to do that.

She went to consult her supervisor and then came back, saying that he is willing to let me use HIS discount for 25% off– practically nothing– so it would be $65.

“This NEVER happens,” she said. And of course– the discount would expire tonight. She refused to back up, even. Standing way too close.

“No thanks,” I said.

That girl hates me, I’m sure. But honey, I know your game.

I’m in sales too.

And I never treat my customers the way she does. I listen first to find out what they actually WANT, and I don’t sell them things that they don’t need. I’m not pushy. If they are getting antsy, I give them space–physical space and some time to think. I don’t just keep talking faster and amp up the aggression.

Those behaviors may close a sale, but they’re manipulative as hell.

I don’t close every sale I approach– but I’m proud of that. I’m not out to throw my customers under the bus for my own profit. And I’m still ranked as one of highest in my region.

This girls certainly has no qualms about doing her job– she was born for sales.

But she’s got a lot to learn about how to read people if she wants to be GOOD at it.

However, she did get in a parting shot!

She somehow tricked me into buying a package of three film covers for $15 on my way out– to “protect” my already broken phone for the maybe 48 hours I’ll have it until I get the replacement.

Oh well! I’ll use the same (Obama!) case for the new phone– slip on one of these sticky jobbies to protect the face of it, and be VIGILANT about keeping it on my person and NOT on top of my car!

And in August, I’ll decide what kind of case I want.