Too much excitement this morning. There was a loud crash, which I thought at first was thunder as I was on the treadmill with the TV turned up. It wasn't thunder. Two teenagers joyriding around the neighborhood on rain-slick streets had skidded across the yard and snapped off a corner post on the front porch. Police said they were driving 60-70 MPH in our neighborhood where nobody drives over 30 because there are usually children playing. It's a mess, and it will be a while before everything gets back to normal, but it could have been much worse if the truck had gone into the house.

Those are the two guys in the red shirts who were in the old truck. I would have liked at least an apology, but they wouldn't look at me and were both giggling before they left, so I guess it wasn't such a big deal to them.