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I received this email from Lloyd:

Hi Jodi,

I thought you might like to hear about my encounter with the guy who works at the Fun Hole.

I was walking back from the Indian restaurant and saw half a dozen police cars, lights flashing, parked along thhe north side of 35th St.

As I got closer, I saw that there was yellow police tape around the outside of the jewelry store, a handful of cops clustered at store entrance and another group in the alley that runs from Deluxe Junk back behind the building. A more civilian-looking gentleman was videotaping the scene.

The guy working at the Fun Hole was leaning over his counter, the better to see the proceedings. I asked him what happened.

He said two guys pulled up into the alley and one of them ran into the jewelry store. At the time, he said, he just thought the guy was late for work or something. Apparently the man forced the jewelry store clerk out of the store, and began grabbing jewelry. He then ran back to his accomplice, who was waiting in the car.

"I was going to go after him," the Weenie seller said, "but they just took off. The guy was like half hanging out the car and they just took off."

He nodded toward the fellow with the video camera.

"If that dumb-ass knew how to do a story he'd be interviewing me. I saw the whole thing. I've got a face made for television."

Made for television, did you hear that? The Fun Hole is fast becoming my favorite place in Fremont.