Each man is capable of doing one thing well. If he attempts several, he will fail to achieve distinction in any. �Plato
News Flash from Local Paper
An employee of a local quickie mart goes to the back door to check on his car parked in the alley. While he's there he sees a man in a ski mask and hood coming towards the store, shotgun in his hand.
The employee shuts and locks the back door, runs to the front and locks that door as well. He then grabs the phone and dials 911. As he is watching for the police to arrive he notices the would-be burglar coming around to the front of the store. The guy removes his mask, gets into his car and pulls away.
The employee - having a full deck at his disposal (something we can't say for the other participant in this drama) - is able to give a full description of the erstwhile robber and his car.
He was arrested an hour later at his home.
Oddly, this does not seem to be a random occurence. Take a look at two items written by Mark Twain in 1864.
The San Francisco Daily Morning Call, June 7, 1864
BURGLAR ARRESTED
John Richardson, whose taste for a cigar must be inordinate, gratified it on Saturday night last by forcing his way into a tobacconist's on Broadway, near Kearny street, and helping himself to fourteen hundred "smokes." In his hurry, however, he did not select the best, as the stolen tobacco was only valued at fifty dollars. He was congratulating himself last evening in a saloon on Dupont street, in having secured weeds for himself and all his friends, when lo! a Rose bloomed before his eyes, and he wilted. The scent of that flower of detectives was too strong even for the aroma of the stolen cigars. Richardson was conveyed to the station-house, where a kit of neat burglar's tools was found on his person. He is now reposing his limbs on an asphaltum floor - a bed hard as the ways of unrighteousness.
The San Francisco Daily Morning Call, July 31, 1864
BURGLARY
On Friday morning, Catherine Leary, who lives in Waverley Place, got up and found all the doors in her house open, and a silk dress worth seventy-five dollars missing, and also an alarm clock, said to be worth ten dollars; but we beg to be left unmolested in the opinion that it isn't worth six bits, if it didn't know enough to give the alarm when the house was full of thieves. Officer Rose, of the Detective Police, recovered the silk dress yesterday, and the imbecile clock, and also the Chinaman who is supposed to have committed the burglary. Hoping the accused may prove innocent, we prefer not to blast his reputation by publishing his name yet, which is Ah Chum.
And the moral is.....HAVE A PLAN!!!
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