But then I'm nearly always home. If I'm not then my two large
barking (and potentially biting) burglar alarms are.
This remark triggered a recollection that might serve as a cautionary
tale.
My studio is also at home, in the garage, and I don't broadcast it,
fortunately. About 6 years ago, on a hot summer night , we left the
back door of the house open for air. All six of us were in the house
(small, unpretentious bungalow in Chicago suburb), and my oldest
daughter and I were to catch a plane to go look at a college very
early in the a.m. I got up at 5:00. My husband, who often works late
at night (freelance writer), went to bed at 2:30. Lights were left
on, and we have a medium size dog.
When I got up, my purse--with $400 cash and our airplane
tickets--was gone from the dining table. A man (later caught) had
walked right in, taken it, and walked out. The dog slept right
through it, perhaps because she's used to footsteps at all hours, or
because he didn't sound furtive, though she's generally very
vigilant. Needless to say, we missed our flight, and lost all my
money and credit cards,etc.
--Noel
