So a sherrif's deputy knocked on my door at three this morning and asked if I knew where my truck was. Fifteen minutes later I was in the middle of the projects looking at a nearly-worthless piece of metal (well, $400 scrap, maybe).
Examining what was taken from the cab (rather, what little was left), I noticed something interesting.
An effect I try to have with me at all times (indeed, the only effect I'm virtually guaranteed to have 24/7) is a fairly simple bit of Gospel magic I use with the kids quite a bit: just a thumb tip and red, white, and black silks). Tonight, the thumb tip and black silk were in my shirt pocket, and thus in my apartment, but the red and white silks were in the glove box.
The red one was still on the floor of the truck, but the white one was missing (along with the radio and other ephemera).
If they'd taken the red silk, I don't know if it'd've been useful. I think I may be able to work the theft of the white silk into my presentation, though . . .
Hmmm . . .