When a good day goes bad

By Lisa Biedenbach | Thursday, September 29, 2005, 10:56 AM

There isn’t anything much better than driving on a sunny, warm autumn day with all the windows down, the sun roof open wide and the radio blasting oldies.

Yesterday’s commute home from downtown Cincinnati to Ross was relaxing, despite a long line of cars on U.S. 27 going to the Miami-UC game. Nothing could stop the good feeling of rollin’ with tunes!

Except. There’s always an “except,� isn’t there?

Our “except� yesterday came during our evening stroll on our private street when we discovered that something or someone had banged mightily into our mailbox. Upon close inspection, we saw that the mailbox door was scrunched a bit, preventing easy opening, and the entire mailbox had come off its base. This, of course, prompted hubby to whisper a few not-so-kind words about the unknown perpetrator.

We started speculating about who or what might have caused the damage. Could it have been the early-morning mysterious Big Foot whose muddy shoe prints we saw in the dewy grass and on our concrete driveway Sunday morning? Could it have been one of the many cement trucks coming in and out of our street all week for the new-home construction going on across the road? Could it have been a U.S. Postal Service mail carrier who delivered more than the daily junk mail? Could it have been a neighbor who misjudged the width of the road? Could it have been a prank by someone with a twisted sense of fun?

We’ll never know, of course. And sadly, such vandalism put a damper on a great autumn day.

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