Shorty your post reminded me of when we lived at the old house. I got up one Saturday morning to fine our mailbox laying on the ground and the post in about a hundred pieces. I was furious, but off to HD I went to get a new post (Mailbox was kind of dented but OK). While I was at HD I saw a father with (I assumed his sons) buying a post and mailbox. I had to make another stop before going home and when I got home there was the father and his son and son's buddy putting in a new post and mailbox. The father was sitting on the tailgate of his truck supervising the boy's. It seems the boy's went out Friday night parting and got a little wild and hit our mailbox. Dad wakes up the next morning to find front end damage to the family car.
There are still good folks out there but the low life's seem to take front stage.