Can *you* solve this mystery?
On Sunday, February 20th, we did not receive our New York Times. This was disconcerting, not only because C was denied her crossword, and had to phone some useless hotline and double-check our subscription, but because I would have nothing to do while I ate my cereal in the morning, all the following week, nothing to do but sit there and ruminate on doom-filled things (what I would do if I had a flamethrower, death-ray vision, the power to make people explode, etc). Obviously, this is not good for me.
The following Sunday, February 27th, we (again!) did not receive our New York Times. This time it was not nearly the same kind of mystery.
I heard footsteps on the front porch around 5:30 a.m. I thought, O good, our New York Times. Then I heard more footsteps on our front porch around 6:15 a.m. and I thought, O, maybe that was our neighbour I heard before (it's hard to tell sometimes -- we have the same creaking wood muffled under snow).
But when I went to get our New York Times at 7 a.m, it was not there. Instead, there were two sets of footsteps leading to and from our mailbox.
We won't be calling in Poirot for this one.
The front step seems to be *the* place to steal things from. People walk by and say, I'll have that. C had a decorative paving stone at the front of our walk. No one will steal that, she said. Then someone stole it.
My grandpa, who lived in western Saskatchewan, once went to the cops to complain about some kids stealing/siphoning gas from his car. The cops just shrugged. My grandfather, who was an electrician, threatened to "wire up" the car so that these kids would get a nasty surprise. You can't do that, the cops said. That won't stop me, my grandpa said. So then the cops did something about it.
But how do you wire up a newspaper?