Signs of the times. We installed a really nice bank vault like mail box a few days ago and today I found myself rather automatically dragging my gas bottles to the curb to burn the ends off of the bolts holding it to its stand (an already bomb-proof piece of concrete filled, thick walled galvanized pipe with rebar tying it into several feet of sub-soil concrete, in response to several past baseball bat attacks...the next slugger will be easy to find though - he'll be the one in the E.R. with a shattered ulna and radius bone)
As I put the finishing touches on theft proofing my new monument it dawned on me just how ludicrous the world is becoming around me...and how easily I find myself slipping into these types of responses. How crazy is it that I even have to consider something as surreal as this, just to be able to keep a mailbox in front of my house?