Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world's only daily column that is stricken with a spring fever that has us howling at the moon and clawing down filling out of our puffer jackets like a rabid fox in a henhouse. However, no seasonal shift would drive us to the madness that a reader recently described for us.
Reader Beth is sounding the alarm on a "seriously ugly thief or thieves in Peak 7."
SCUM ALERT! SCUM ALERT!
"A girlfriend was pulling up to the house and saw a guy in a white hoody and black pants walk up our driveway," Beth writes.
The man put a hand-built sled under his arm and took off down the road. Our reader's son had rebuilt the sled for his sister as a Christmas present.
"She is heartbroken as this has such rich sentimental value," Beth writes.
Hasn't this Grinch seen "Citizen Kane?" Sleds are a potent symbol of the passage of childhood. Couldn't he have picked a mountain bike or a pair of skis? No one will murmur "Cannondale ... Cannondale" on their deathbed.
So be on the look-out for a grown-ass man with a filched Flexible Flyer-style sled with red trim under his powder-loving posterior.
If, as Beth writes, "the dirt-bag" ditches it somewhere, contact the Summit Up world headquarters and let us know.
Rosebud ... Rosebud.