Vandals, Church, Art, Dogs, Babies, photos, home.

That's how our day was. Left the apartment to go to church and Art On The Farm up Lancaster way and found that our Element's driver side window was untimely ripped from its metal and plastic coated perch. Janell was pi-hissed. I was too but I was, like, "ok, let's get to church." Thinking back on it now, I am kinda pissed as well. We're in a college town and our neighborhood is pretty party central, so much so that we often feel like chaperones wherever we roam. Not just on the block, that happens out on the streets of town and at the co-op and even at the park amongst the hawks. We only went to the park twice, but we saw young folks there each time and we checked their IDs and asked them if they needed anything and reminded them that they're their parent's kids and that they really should be obeying park rules. Anyway, it gets pretty wiley here on wknds. Kids roaming the midnight streets looking to have their red cups filled with Natural Ice and property to destroy. An interesting observation in this incident of vandalism is that you're more apt to feel the burning coals of anger in your belly when you don't have white guilt to cool your hothead.
More on that some other time... Nellie's ibook is running out of ijuice and I wouldn't want to lose this post to ilaziness.