I swear.

30-ish years ago tonight I was standing outside my Aunt Mary Jo's house, waiting for my parents to organize my brothers and come out (WHY I was allowed outside at night by myself is beyond me...but it was like 1980-something and the world was a gentler place?) so we could go home and set out milk and cookies for Santa.

So I was outside of Aunt Mary Jo's house and I was looking at the apartment building across the street and TO THIS DAY I SWEAR TO YOU, I saw McGruff the Crime Dog walk out of one of the apartments.

I swear.

It's actually one of my clearest memories from my early childhood.

Happy anniversary, McGruff.