Well, good morning.
What's odd is that nothing important was missing. Maybe some change. Which, in a way, is more frustrating because, COME ON PUNKS, did you really need to smash a whole window for $2.73 in coins? REALLY??!!?? say Seth and Amy! Get a flashlight and do a sweep before breaking glass all willy nilly. That's what that one dude did a few years ago, while I was sitting in my Jeep, in the driveway, at 11pm. And he ran away, with no confrontations, so no hard feelings here.
Seriously though, this doesn't make me want to throw all my stuff in the trunk of our (now well-ventilated) car and bolt in the night. These things happen in poorly-lit alleys of urban neighborhoods. The last time this happened to a vehicle of mine, the hoodlum at least had some class- he or she broke the smallest window. (Although, he/she also stole my stereo so the whole deal was on a much more professional level.) But it happened in Grand Rapids, and I still have much love for Grand Rapids. It didn't ruin the neighborhood or the city for me. And Hamilton's not ruined for me now. I may clench my teeth a little harder now when I'm laying in bed panicking about money (or, more accurately, the speedy disappearing act it's performing on our wallets), but it's going to take more than that to get rid of me.