I walked outside Wednesday morning and there sat the four-wheeler.
This probably means nothing to you but here’s the thing — I don’t own a four-wheeler. No one in my home owns a four-wheeler.
“Man,” I whined. “They’re putting stolen goods in my yard again.”
Yes, a stolen four-wheeler was randomly dropped into my yard. This followed a few months ago when a basket filled with bike tires was stashed beh…
