Just now, as I was reading and enjoying the peace and quiet of an afternoon, there was a knocking on my back door. When I went to answer it, nobody was around. I went to the front, to see if perhaps they had grown impatient. Not a person in sight. When I returned to the back, thinking maybe they had stepped out of my vision, I saw two little boys, about five or six years old, walking around my garage and toward a nearby apartment building.

A minute later, my neighbor’s doorbell was rung by an invisible caller.

I welcome this harmless brand of mischief. Bring it! When the alternative is something like kids throwing rocks at cars, leaving garbage on the ground, and then, the more serious violence (like the person who was shot in the chest and killed a block away from me last week), a couple of children getting their laughs by disturbing my peace is no big deal.