Years ago, my daughter Samantha and I were home in the afternoon (she was off school, second grade, and I was home with her) when there was a loud knock on the front door.  When I answered, I discovered that there were about a hundred cops, including SWAT (tactical truck and all) at my door and in my front yard.  They did not look very happy. "Yes?  Can I help you?" I asked, as I got about a hundred hard stares from our new guests. "Daddy, how many cops are out there?" Sam asked. "All of them, I think..." "Sir, there was a bank robbery, and we think the robber is hiding in your backyard," said a highly impatient and well armed young man at my door.  "Could you open your backyard gate?"  Well, I wasn't going to miss this, so I grabbed the key, and, with many cops accompanying me, we opened up the gate.  Then I was shooed back into the house and told to stay down. So I went back in the...(Read Full Article)