I grew up in Kew Gardens New York, and back in early 90’s it used to be quiet and wonderful neighborhood. A friend of mine, Raza, came from Pakistan and stayed with me. For couple of days, I had been telling him how wonderful and crime free this neighborhood was. Then the same day when he was leaving, we stopped at the Dunkin Donuts to grab a coffee early in the morning. I went in Dunkin Donuts while Raza was sitting in the car. When I came out, I couldn’t recognize my own car. Some one had stolen the entire front bumper/fittings of the car, night before while it was parked outside.