My husband fashioned a security system for our Wisconsin cabin with a webcam and a dial-in pc. He checks it a few times a week, mostly to marvel at the deer or turkey grazing on our lawn. Yesterday he noticed that sometime between Friday and Saturday, out back door went from closed and locked to wide open!

He notified me, somewhat worried, and said he would drive up after work and jet down early in the morning sohe could still make it to work Tueday. It is a 3 hour, 15 minute drive from home to there.

I had nothing onmy agenda, and I had just put the kid on the school bus. If he could make it home early enough to get her off the bus, why shouldn't I drive up during daylight hours? So, I quickly packed up the van, and decided, since I was a bit apprehensive, to take my trusy personal bodyguard: Megan the Scottish terrier.

I knew it would be chilly and damp up there, but I did not anticipate the amount of SNOW and fog I encountered - nearly white-out conditions- on the highway! Fortunately the downpour only lasted for a few miles and a good thing - as my winshield wiper blades began to fray!

Before heading to the cabin I headed into town. First, to get new wiper blades. Second, to call the county sheriff to aid my "investigation" into the open-door mystery.

The cops up there are SO helpful. They advised me that they couldn't get a car there right away but why don't I get myself some lunch and then they'd call my cell when they were on their way. They also advised me NOT to enter the house before a sheriff got there and investigated first.

While polishing off my chicken tenders and onion rings at a local diner, I got the call, packed up everything in a doggie bag, and headed up higway 13. When I pulled into the driveway, the sheriff was waiting for me in his car.

He told me he already went through the house and there appeared to be no sign of forced entry. I was relieved to hear that. As we approached the door in question, I noticed the very large, old, tv antenna lying on the ground next to the house, completely torn away from the chimney. I knew my husband purchased a new antenna, and I assumed he removed the old one in anticipation of installing the new.

I walked through the house with the sheriff, we looked for any sign of robbery but there was not so much as a grain of rice missing. The sheriff suggested that since it had been so windy over the weekend that likely a large gust of wind rattled the house enough that the door jamb shook and the door came unlatched. I found this theory to be somewhat plausible. I thanked the sheriff for his time and proceeded to call my husband.

"The sheriff wondered if the antenna got blown off the house, but I explained that you took it down last weekend and..."

My husband interupted, "The antenna is DOWN? I didn't take it down! Did it hit the house? Check the roof!"

My inspection as well as the prone position of the felled antenna offered evidence that the cabin was spared any damage.

"I can't believe it didn't smash the porch in," noted hubby.

"Well, you see, its a good thing that SOMEONE in this family prays on a regular basis!" I replied.

Below: the mystery solved - the antenna blown off the house.