Never A Dull Moment

My visit to Bristol concluded, I'm now safely back home. I thought the Great Grocery Heist would be the highlight of my stay, but I was wrong. On Tuesday evening, we were lingering at the kitchen table, a not-uncommon thing for us to do, when we heard a loud crash coming FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE! We all jumped up and ran to the direction of the sound - the living room, but nothing looked out of place. That's when Roy (DaddyDearest) opened the front door and there it was - the glass in the storm door was shattered. There was an obvious entry wound, and although we couldn't find a bullet anywhere, we called the police to report the incident. Apparently we weren't the first to call. There had been five other houses hit with - get this - marbles, possibly shot from a paint-ball gun. Seriously, a drive-by shooting! We found the marble on Wednesday morning. After it went through the storm door, it hit the front door and bounced back into the yard. It's a shame that the culprits (more than likely, teenagers) may never be caught...that is, unless one of them talks. That's usually how it happens. Somebody in that car won't be able to contain himself. He'll have to tell somebody. Maybe he'll brag to his buddy. His buddy will tell his girlfriend. She'll tell her parents. Then the shit will hit the fan...like a marble hitting a storm door.