I. AM. MAD
Four. Tires. Slashed. I. Am. Mad. I had a nice weekend. I love my new job. Ben is back to college and loving life. Sam is terrific. Everything that matters in my life is good. And then I got up Monday morning, on the same side that I always get up. My neighborhood was all buzzy with activity for 7am on a Monday. Vandals had struck and randomly left 14 cars with slashed tires, mine included. The police had come and gone, doing the very minimal amount of detecting, having spent less than one hour investigating the vandalism. The two cars belonging to the two neighborhood busy bodies were untouched as well as the President of the Common Council and the head of NYS NAACP. The tow trucks were starting to arrive as I walked to the bus stop to get to work. Arriving, I discovered I had no work ID and no office keys, but the lovely receptionist let me into my space. I called my insurance company, arranged for a tow truck and a...