After spending a few hours across the street at Pat's Bar with Debbie & Rick, I got the urge for some early-morning snacks. Unfortunately, the cupboard at la casa de Fletcher was very bare. I jumped in the truck to make the short drive down the street to Kroger and noticed a slight breeze in the cab. I'd left the passenger window down for nearly four hours. Oops. I did a quick inventory of my truck. Everything was still in place -- even the CD case that was lying in the passenger seat. How fortunate am I? After all, we've had a killing here. Yet, no one touched my stuff. Hot damn.