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About an hour ago I heard a loud snapBANG, rather firecracker-like, and voices. Looking out the window I saw about a half-dozen schoolkids run down the sidewalk, pausing to throw small, white rocks at windows, then disappear around the corner before I could get the camera ready.

I was about to head downstairs to check the condition of my ground-floor windows, when I heard my next-door neighbour's voice. (The same neighbour whose Miata got smooshed back in February in the same imcident that totaled my Accord.) My windows are intact; one of his is not. Two holes (one all the way through both panes), and bright-white rocks (as my neighbour pointed out, probably from somebody's garden, as they look like the sort that would be used decoratively) here and there on the sidewalk where they'd bounced, and one inside his house, on the windowsill among the broken glass. He said they'd pounded on his door before throwing the rocks at the window.

Grrr. I do not understand the mindset that does such things intentionally. The police have been called, not that we expect much good to come of that. I wish I'd gotten a photo. And I wonder where they took the rocks from and how much damage they'd already done between wherever that was and here. There are interesting signs that this block is getting nicer ... and then there's pointless destruction by a bunch of kids.