How come the town inspector can’t send out one of them Amber signald on our telephones — you know, like Wildwood does when the ocean’s got those slip currents to warn us when the toughs are ridin’ their Edison bikes up and down the block, raisin’ Cain like it’s the Indy 500. I’d like a nice loud beep to tell me, ‘Attention: the toughs are out and about!’ so I can lock the garbage cans and bring in the lawn chairs before they get run over.