I forgot to mention something.

A question this afternoon from Sam’s Aunt Adie prompts me to clarify a certain point regarding The Great Mailbox Caper. I neglected to mention that Silas’ car was NOT the same four-door Ford compact that was parked in front of our house on Thursday — the one that didn’t have any trunk damage so the police officer sneered at my story and refused to knock on my neighbor’s door.

Oddly enough, Silas said his car had no trunk damage, either, so my Einstein cop turned out to have the investigative skills of Inspector Clouseau.

The upshot is, buy a Ford Focus because they’re built like Sherman tanks.

And now I think I’ll whip up a Goofy Fruity Shake in my new blender and watch the U.S. Open. In case you’re not following the action, everybody’s making a huge hoo-hah of Rory McIlroy’s lead at 11-under. Apparently he broke a tournament record yesterday when he was actually 13-under for a while. However, this is NOT the first time 21-year-old McIlroy got everybody excited about nothing. At the Masters back in April he was 12-under — solidly in first place — heading into round 4 when his game collapsed on national TV and he started whacking balls into ponds, port-a-potties and back yards (see below), ending up so far down from the lead that he probably took home a check for $4.72.

McIlroy (on the right) is pictured here with his caddy trying to figure out how to get his ball out of somebody’s yard and back onto the golf course. The caddy is saying, hey, dude, just try not to hit the dogs, the patio furniture or the Escalade in the driveway. Seriously.

Thank you for reading this.