Being the victim of burglary is indeed unnerving. Happened to me & my family at the time (2nd wife, 2 stepdaughters) a couple of times in the same week late in, I believe, 12/87 (so during the height of the holiday season -- how festive!). Adding insult to injury, one of the break-ins -- through a patio door that was really hard to secure till we had an extra lock installed afterward -- occurred while we were a couple of counties away at a funeral, either for my wife's grandmother or her uncle, who killed himself a few days after his mother's death. *sigh* The perpetrator lived not far away & had been over visiting the youngest daughter, it turned out. He was identified because he used my wife's stolen Discovery card at the Radio Shack a couple of miles away from us; we're not talking about a criminal mastermind here. Ultimately, he wasn't charged in connection with our stolen possessions (jewelry, my ghetto blaster, an antique wooden box of silverware from one of my grandmother), though he went to prison for similar stuff.
I have to say, being a victim of something like that was a bit of an eye-opener for me, simply because of how relatively blase covering countless criminal trials as a newspaper reporter had made me.




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