Did I tell you guys that the clubhouse just right across the street from me was burned down? Well, they just caught the arsonist, and it turned out to be a kid (now 18, graduated from the local high school) that used to live ON MY STREET. I never knew him; his parents divorced before I moved here, moved apart and shared custody. The mom still lives in our subdivision (apparently she had a four year in-your-face affair with someone in the subdivision before divorcing) and the dad moved to the Big City.
Anyway, I have to admit I breathed a sigh of relief in knowing that my kids nor their friends had NOTHING to do with it.
Let's face it, we've got the subscription.