Once it was easy to cheer for Butch and Sundance
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On March 2, 1979, my apartment was burglarized. The robbers
kicked in my back door while I was at work, and cleaned out every
valuable thing they could carry: my TV, stereo, binoculars, camera
equipment and a lot more, including my cool new portable
typewriter. Remember those?
Shortly after hitting my place, the thieves were involved in a
fatal hit-and-run accident while driving a stolen car in north St.
Louis. Seriously bad people indeed. When they were apprehended, one
of the crooks was wearing my college ring, which ultimately enabled
the police to trace the scumballs back to me. That part of the
episode is actually pretty amazing, but it's a story for another
day.
If you've ever been victimized like that, you know the
overwhelmingly intense, helpless, dirty feeling of being violated.
A friend of mine had his home burglarized once, and his wife
immediately threw out any of her clothes which the thieves might
have touched — she simply couldn't wear something that she felt had
been so tainted.
Source: STLtoday.com