ROL wrote:I'm sure nearly everyone can sympathize with the OP on his loss, as we've all had similar experiences. Being the innocent victim of theft is never pleasant, but the outright venomous nature of some of the responses is almost as discouraging as the loss itself. So I offer this story on loss, though obviously not on the scale of risk as the OP, in respectful equanimity.
Back in the last century, when my wife (then GF) and I were still in college, we were readying to leave for a week of climbing in the Palisades, when we received a call from our ride requesting directions to our pickup. My wife put her loaded pack out on the lawn in front of our apartment to mark our location. Within minutes it was gone, as was my beloved REI down sweater, loaned to her for the occasion – and also the Chuckles, two 1lb. bags of candy. The other trip members quickly pitched in to get her going again with necessary equipment and the outing was salvaged completely ...except for the Chuckles. When recalling the theft we always add, "...and the Chuckles!", to the utter bemusement of any sane listener. Any question as to what my wife's nickname has been ever since?
Chuckles at Sam Mack Meadow
First paragraph: Why so serious? Speaking for myself, we were kidding and sharing thoughts that probably crossed the minds of many. Steve1215? Well, he's got issues.
Second paragraph and picture: Right on. Easy come; easy go. Peace.
Larry, play us a song, will ya?