Crime Redux
Perhaps it was a "speak of the devil" moment, but no sooner did we break our long "no crime stories" streak on Friday, then we walk out to our garage on Sunday and find our own bike missing. Phooey! It was a beat up old Specialized mountain bike with a baby trailer attachment on the rear axle. We had a 4 tumbler combination lock on it, which was left lying on the ground, tumbled to the right combination. Perhaps we were…