This is the unlikely scene me and my brother-in-law stumbled upon on our way home from lunch one day shortly before Halloween. Home is the unseen house immediately to the right, outside of this frame.
The stuff spilt outside the driver’s side window is Halloween candy. The (by long gone) joyrider was a thirteen year old girl. It was her boyfriend’s mom’s car.
This picture was used by the Oak Park Wednesday Journal on their crime page. The bastards never paid me; the credit reads “Photo Courtesy of Douglas Dawson” and I’m thinking “Yeah, that’s not too courteous of you, ya greedy bastards, ya lousy fu…”
But hey - in a hundred years, who really cares?
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