Since my self-imposed computer exile this weekend, I have lots and lots to catch up. but first, I must discuss the tragedy that befell my poor clyde over the weekend. First of all, clyde is not a swank car. He?s just a grandpaish 1988 chrylser new yorker. Yes he has that lovely velour interior and everything. Clyde was innocently parked on the street in my parents? neighborhood Saturday night. I thought he was safe. But he wasn?t. he fell attack to a bunch of harmful hooligans. Yes, when I awoke Sunday morning and found my sleepy-eyed way to clyde I discovered that he had been vandalized. Poor, poor clyde. Someone had stolen one of his hubcaps. Yes! One of his hubcaps was missing. I cannot believe someone would take advantage of an old grandpa car that way. It?s a damn, dirty shame.