Smashed Car

On Friday night there was a nice concert at the stadium.  Adeaze and Aaradhna came to American Samoa, and our PTO sold hot dogs, drinks, and glowsticks.  Things were hoppin'!  These pictures are blurry, but give you an idea.

 And Tauasu our traveling salesman.

  Well, I stayed to the end and helped clean up.  When I went out to the parking lot to go to my car this is how I found it.

Apparently someone felt like smashing half the windows of our car--the windshield, the drivers window, the passengers window, the sliding door window, and both rear view mirrors.

Of course I was shocked.  I walked back in the stadium to my friends and they helped me alert the police and stood by me as I filed a report and made arrangements.  Nothing was stolen that we noticed, except the owners manual.  An officer drove the car home for me, and I rode in a patrol car.

Ephraim was very disappointed naturally.  On Saturday he filled a box with glass and vacuumed out the car.  Since there's really nothing that can be done except to move on, he's been on the task of looking for replacement windows, which can be tough on an island.  Our good friends the Monsons have loaned us their car for a little while.  They're so generous.

And some daylight pictures.

This one is blurry, but caught the frank expression when Isaac had a better look at the damage:

That's pretty much how we all feel.  Some people can be so foolish.  And others so kind.