[trailmaster]

When I was in high school I knew this kid named Jimmy. He was sort of a juvenile delinquent. He was often being arrested by the local police, but then getting off. He lived with his Mom in a large very old wooden house that was built in the 1930's. I don't quite remember how I got involved with him, but we together would do some nasty things around the South Shore neighborhood after school in the 1960's. One of the most awful things we once did, was that we found some dog droppings on the ground one day, and we wrapped it in some newspaper and put it into the back seat of a car parked on a street. In those days many people left their car windows open in the Summer. Also in those days basement windows did not have bars on them or this very thick glass know as glass block. Jimmy and I would walk down some streets and finding large stones or bricks would hurl them into basement windows breaking them. We were evil dudes back then. Another horrific thing we once did was one time we found a dead bird on the ground. We wrapped up this dead bird and put it into a box which was tied with a nice ribbon and left it on the doorstep of this nasty little old lady in the neighborhood where Jimmy lived. I can just imagine what happened when she opened that box.