Sunday, November 21, 2010

The day the music died

Our truck was broken into - again! Last time was over a year ago and the took Mr. Hunter's satellite radio and I think they pulled out the old stereo even though he had the face plate in the house. 
This time, and he had just after waiting this year and a half in some kind of self punishment for someone else stealing from him, replaced the stereo last weekend while I was at the quilting retreat. He went to leave for work in the morning and then came in to tell me that not only the stereo, but all electrical items in the truck such as the amplifier, his sub-woofer and all the other techie things that go with boy stereo systems was gone. They obviously have been checking out the truck as they came with tools. They neatly disconnected and took it all. 
One week of finally not having to drive in silence. The thieves even unscrewed our security lights to stop them from coming off and on - how nice. 
This along with the thefts out of our back yard - oh yes, even the back yard. I even had someone come in and take all my bottle recycling which was right outside my back door - and I was in the kitchen making supper. The kitchen window looks out over the backyard. We are at a loss as to what to do, the police are too busy keeping the rich neighborhoods safe while we have to monitor our streets and alleys ourselves. 
I have had to change my window painting so we can keep a more diligent eye on the back yard as obviously nothing is safe.

 I cleared off the blue just on the one side so if someone is out there, we can "hide" behind the colored part while I get the bat. Mr. Hunter is very sad, but he is trying to be a trooper. 
No cheers today =(


  1. I am so sorry, this really sucks. My car was broken into also this year so I know how you feel.

  2. Oh Carolyn, that is terrible. Why on earth do scumbags do that? And to steal someone's recycling....that is insane!!

    I am so sorry this has happened to you.

  3. Wow, I'm sorry to hear that. That's so distressing. Try not to be heroes though. No 'thing' is worth your life.

  4. How sinful! So sorry to hear about your losses.