To all my black neighbors.

I saw two of your kids steal my bicycles. I saw them through the fence as they were approaching, one had a white T-shirt, didn't quite notice the other's garments. I thought they may be up to something, but then I gave them the benefit of the doubt - they may have been playing and lost the ball somewhere behind our car, or something, so I didn't get up to check.

Well, too bad. The bicycles were the cheap Walmart stuff - too bad for the $20 seats we added - and I don't care for whatever value they may still have. I may even buy a bicycle on a yard sale... or buy my own bicycle back, whatever.

It's just that you have lost my respect, pretty much forever. Unless the bicycles are back by tomorrow morning, when parents return, which I doubt. I am not giving a dime, ever again, for any of your charities, I'm not putting up a light on Halloween, and I will most probably find it in me to yell at any kids playing too close to our roses. I had all the good will to be a good neighbor, but this takes the cake. Shove the bicycles where the sun don't shine.

To my fellow UTers, sorry if I'm grumpy more than usual today.