There it goes.
That was firecrackers, right? It's getting closer to fourth of July, I guess. Or maybe it's someone's birthday. Please tell me that was firecrackers, because if it wasn't ... ugh ... there goes the neighborhood. Yeah, well ... we went to bed to the sound of gunfire last night. Some knucklehead pulling a Yosemite Sam imitation right out in front of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill. Could be they thought the place was empty - it is, after all, abandoned. Anyway, we sent Marvin (my personal robot assistant) out there to have a look. He's kind of like one of those tactical bomb-sniffing robots, except that he doesn't have a tactical bone in his body and he hates the smell of explosives. Anyway, he tottered out there and took a look around, then came back in with a couple of bottle caps. Not 100% sure that was related to what we sent him out there for, but there you have it. We may be looking for a gunman who enjoys drinking soda while he/she is shooting up the p...