Happy Horrors

The end of another month and I have not posted a single word to this blog because it is very difficult to get past the ridicule.
For the better part 30 years, since the late 80s when I moved back here after my mother died, I have ridden a bike around town--good for the environment and your health.
In mid-July, my good bike was stolen out of the  front yard. City workers found it in the Legion Park. While I was in New Mexico in August my old one, essentially a yard-ornament was stolen. Dagwood had found it, first, on the bleachers and then on the pop machine. Clearly this is kids. 
A week later my good bike was stolen again and has now been gone for the better part of a month.  On Wednesday, I went out on my front porch and the antique mailbox, of some sentimental value was gone.
One year I went to the Fireman's Halloween Dance& a high school student was there dressed up as me, wheeling a bicycle. Every time I go past the high school, with its parking lots full of cars, trucks and scooters, but no bikes I think of her and now this, and wonder where kids get off ridiculing a woman who has done right by the environment for 30 years?