Dec. 4, 2008, three days before Pearl Harbor Day (12/7/41)temperature 6 above zero - as in attacking Japanese Zeros:
We step outside to catch the status of the domestic basketball hoop. From inside, the icicles were glistening in the sun. Poised daggers ready to drop from the sky into the bodies of anyone or anything passing through the safe hangar door. But they won't sneak up and stab anyone in the back today. Too cold.
This basketball hoop I hung on the garage roof many years ago. It still stands after all the ricocheting and hanging from the hoop done by the children and their playmates. It is erect and straight, none the worse for wear though surrounding painted surfaces could use a touch up. The fascia board should be pried off and replaced. But the structure itself is sound.
The prospect this backboard offers, though, to a person like my son who has canvassed CA and PA neighborhoods selling bone fide educational books to earn funds for college, suggests to someone as bright as Leland that this house could be passed by. The tell-tale basketball hoop looks like it hasn't been used for a while. And that would tell a careful scout that there are no student-age and & eligible targets residing there.
The presence of a wheel-chair ramp in front, though an astute raccoonoiterer would not see anybody using it anymore, would also discourage solicitors. Thus there are benefits to being of a Pearl Harbor age.
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