Hmmmm. I think I better be careful today.
First up: foot prints in the light snow on my street, wandering up from the direction of the homeless camp below Ozark Point. The footsteps wander over to each car parked on the street. Yes, finally. My junk radio is gone. And a penlight flashlight. While most the other cars, all locked presumably, seemed unscathed, the rear window of one pickup was broken out. I'd still rather give up the radio than fool with a broken window.
Then, at work. A single message left overnight. "Mr. Brantley, I just want to tell you that you are still a dumbass and a piece of s***. You don't know what you are talking about. Goodbye."
Well, OK then.