Waking up I noticed that someone had rearranged the sidewalk blocks in front of the house. Their order had been reversed, left end now on the right. A few had been rotated in different directions. But one sidewalk block had been flipped upside down. Completely upside down.
Whoever did it neatly replaced the slabs and reset the cement between them. They even returned the green weeds sprouting between sections 3 and 4. They did a terrific job. But I could tell that the slab 6 had been flipped upside down because stuck to the bottom of it, now the top and now exposed to the world and its judging eyes, was the last of the forged autographed portraits of Kermit the Frog I was selling last year.
Obviously someone isn’t interested in letting me and all of my christian neighbors forget about all that.