Thieves

I got a call the other day from the farmer who rents the farm which has the house where I used to live. Perhaps Collieguy will remember the charming old house with stained glass panels in the windows, old oak doors with odd handles, and the oak fireplace mantle that came from a historic house in Carlton.
The farmer told me that the doors had been kicked in and the windows busted and someone was trying to steal our piano.
We left the piano for the supposedly responsible next renter who was only a little down on her luck and just needed a beautiful charming (cheap) old farmhouse to rent while she saved some money.
Of course she never actually lived in the house and used the opportunity to get her worthless kids a place to live. Kids so utterly stupid and lazy that they could not figure out how to run a riding lawnmower. I actually went over and mowed they lawn because I thought it was victim lady who just need a little help.
But, I digress...
It was not vandalism for the sake of vandalism. No, they stole the stained glass, the oak mantle, the 1950-60's appliances, the door handles, the radiators and batteries out of my landlords two very nice studebaker trucks and my not quite as nice 1941 but pretty good Studebaker truck and whatever else was interesting.
We brought home the piano. My father-in-law refinished it several years ago. The wood is beautiful. I suspect it was destined to be cut up and sold for the wood.
I am somewhat happy to know that the meth-heads who did this will get almost nothing for their trouble.
I asked the former landlord if he would sell me the kitchen sink, bathtub, the remaining oak door, but he didn't want to do that. I'm sure they are gone by now. I don't have the heart to go back.
I think I will go back up on the roof. It was so peaceful up there.
Kind of chilly.
I need a game cam for home. The neighbor's have had batteries stolen.