Just when I thought it was time to roll up the welcome mat, Margie Boule runs a follow-up to last week's column.

If you're just joining the bizarre story already in progress, last month a Nissan was abandoned in a row of bushes on a hill overlooking my house. It sat there for weeks, vandals smashed the windows and the police refused to do anything about it. I made repeated calls to PPD's non-emergency line, all of which were ignored despite the threat of the vehicle rolling down the hill and into my living room. Margie Boule somehow found the post I'd written about the situation and wrote a column about it that appeared in last Thursday's Oregonian. By Thursday evening, an officer was on site and had the vehicle out of there within minutes.

Today's column recounts how PPD finally dealt with the situation and the advice her readers sent in. One suggested that I push it into a street, thus forcing the city to deal with it. Another reader said I should toss a Molotov cocktail through the window and call the fire department.

As Max Power might put it, "that's the end of that chapter." Unless this all somehow results in a book deal or a particularly surreal movie-of-the-week. If the later happens, Tim Roth (or a shaved donkey) could play the part of me.

Thanks again, Margie Boule.