Our job, we decided, was to make their trespassing, something they would never forget. From placing bells, and tin cans along the front porch stairs and a few hidden surprizes inside along it’s hallways to our final act of banging on the tin sheets that covered its windows on the outside. What fun it was to watch them as they screamed and hollered and scattered sometimes watching as “Mr. Macho” left his girlfriend behind while scrambling to get to their cars alongside the roadway a hundred yards away.
We were and still are a family, very proud of our heritage and of each other. And to this day if seen somewhere all together, I have no doubt that the question is asked and answered with “Oh them? That’s the Glass Boys”.