Glass Everywhere

We awoke Sunday morning to find that someone had smashed the glass in the drivers’s side door. Theft was not the motive. It appears that the side mirror was hit so hard that the door tweaked enough to shatter both windows. The prevalent theory is that another side mirror hit mine as a vehicle sped by way too close. It’s certainly possible that some punk took a swing at the mirror with a baseball bat or other club-like object. Either way, I have a gaping hole off my left shoulder, and I will be finding little bits of safety glass for years.

14000 miles. 3 countries. A territory. 2 providences. 14 U.S. States. And my windows were smashed near my hometown. One has to love a little irony.