Some Peoples Kids.....

On Saturday night (12:00a.m.) while Alan was looking up movies and actors (as he does after every movie) he heard a terrible noise and couldn't think of what could possibly make that kind of noise. He shortly realized after the noise continued that it was our MAILBOX!! He rushed out side, grabbed a large stick, and went running after the kid or kids who were beating our mailbox. He never saw the kid or kids who did it, but heard running footsteps and then a front door slam. We live on a dead end street toward the end and there are maybe 8 houses past ours. Most of our neighbors are also retired and there aren't many with teenagers...

He knocked on the door (12:15a.m.) and a kid around age 17 answered the door. He had a heavy coat on. The tempeture outside was in the high 20's or low 30's. Alan asked him some grueling questions. He denied them all, including is there anyone else home? (Alan could hear people talking in the background, he also saw a car pull up before he decided to go to the door.) We had the cops (1:00a.m.) come and dust the mailbox just in case they actually touched it. It didn't seem very hopeful that anything would happen, even with Alan pointing at which house the perpetrator lives at. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.


We found out that they also got two others on our street. Which was actually comforting, because then we knew it wasn't aimed at us. It was just some punk kids, who had nothing better to do. And call it premonition or inspiration but both Alan and I separately thought about kids bashing in mailboxes and we both concluded our thoughts by being glad that it would never happen to us because we always have cars parked out in front and somewhat close to the mail box as you can see in the pictures. So much for the false sense of security!!