I saw that once again thieves struck the home of people they knew would not be there. In this case, the thieves knew the homeowner was playing in the World Series and they could follow his location on their radio as they broke in. They had no fear of being surprised by an angry homeowner.
It was almost 6 years ago to the day that I was in Virginia visiting my parents when my father's first and oldest friend died suddenly. They had been born just a couple of days apart to two Army families at Fort Bragg. They were both class of '57 at West Point and roommates and despite one being Field Artillery and the other Armor, their careers brought both them and their families together over the next 50 years.
I expected to attend the funeral at Arlington but my father proposed a different locale and I kept vigil in his friend's home in McLean while he and his family were all gathered a final time at Arlington National Cemetary. It wasn't what I expected but it was an honor.
I had never considered that, of course thieves would come to rob the home of the people identified by the newspapers as being away at the funeral of a loved one. My life of crime never seems to have stooped that low and I had never heard of this practice in all the days of my life. Odd what is usually kept quiet and out of the news.