Making Harmony with the Minnesota Hoodlums

So after having lived my whole life in New York, and having driven around the city for a few years with nothing happening, my cousin's car (which I've been borrowing) was just broken into today in the great and friendly state of Minnesota.

I find something ironic in the fact that this occurred just around the corner from the aikido dojo, in broad daylight, while I was training in making harmonious relationships with black belts in a martial art. The damage isn't actually very serious - the radio was stolen, and one of the rear side windows was broken, but they did a very professional job and didn't touch anything else. And hey, they even locked the car again after they stole from it - how's that for Minnesota nice?