Puzzling Evidence

I read in the news today that a pregnant woman fell 3,000 feet when her parachute didn't open, and landed on her face. And survived. The baby is doing well, too.

I went to a neighborhood holiday dinner party tonight. Community chat, pork roast, coffee and cheese cake. While there, I got to talking to a woman who told me that a box of checks had been stolen from her mailbox, too. The first one was cashed at a casino, but all the rest were cashed at local supermarkets and drug stores. Sounds quite a bit like my episode.

What was most disturbing was that her checks weren't stolen from her mailbox until after the last check had been cashed on my account, meaning that the thief, if it was the same person, has returned to the neighborhood and repeated his M.O. I wonder if he looked in my mailbox again. I wonder how he can cash checks in both a man's and a woman's name.

If only I could give him the moon.