A few years ago we were a victim of mailbox baseball and my wife was really upset. I told her no big deal, it was payback from my youth.

When I was about 14 or 15 there was a crotchety old man that lived near us. He would always make comments to us while we were waling downt the atreet. He lived at the end of his street and it litterally ended at his driveway were he had a big cattle gate at the entrance to his driveway. One halloween, we took a chain and a pad lock and locked his gate from the outside....my guess is he was a little late to work the next morning.