My car was keyed again, which is, you know, a pain in the ass.
At least it wasn't a swastika this time--just a long line down the drivers side, extending from the driver's door to the back end, with an extra flourish around the back tail-light for emphasis.
The rear wiper was yanked again, downward, in an attempt to emphasize the low state of human affairs that makes a rabbi's car fair game from the low-life that passes the time with cheap vandalism.
It's been well over a month since the last pass at this form of communication and then, when I called the police, they said, "Get security cameras for in front of the synagogue. This serves as a deterrent. Most people don't want to get caught on tape doing something stupid."
As is often typical of over-extended non-profit institutions, we've not gotten the cameras. Our dysfunction is in not getting certain things done; others is in vandalism. Pick your poison. So in the meantime, the car remains exposed.