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When I first looked out my front windows this morning, I saw a fire truck parked diagonally across the street and fire fighters standing around it. I didn't think much of it, as they seemed to have everything under control, and I hadn't had my coffee yet.

I left around noon to go to the 'burbs and do some shopping before picking Taylor up at the airport, and when I pulled out of my driveway, I turned right to go down the street toward the I-376 ramp. However, a man in the street waved me the other way, so, based on his gesticulations and the road block at the next intersection, I reversed into my driveway and turned left, instead, driving past that same fire truck and a police car in order to get off my street.

It turns out the Jewish synagogue where the road block was (Shady at Phillips) received a "suspicious package" earlier this morning. And, so did three other synagogues in Pittsburgh.

Bomb squad robots removed the packages from the buildings and so forth, and it was determined the contents were just some poorly marked digital media. The packages also had no return addresses, and it was this observation, apparently, that caused the synagogue staff to alert the police.

So, there wasn't really a threat in the first place, but it's definitely a strange feeling to have a bomb squad checking out suspicious packages a few doors down.

In other news, thanks in part to Taylor, I now own two new rugs. The first is in my living room right now, and it looks really cool. Hooray!