Krissy Face

She is doing a photo 365 project at her blog. http://ferrtileblog.blogspot.com is the address. Be there or be square.

So... Kim gave me a shirt that says "autistic kids rock", along with an illustration of an autistic kid rocking... in a corner. I rather like it, but I don't think I should wear it to work. Some of our patrons are autistic as well, and I really don't want to hurt their feelings, especially since I am representing the commons.

Kim feels that if anyone were to be offended, the fact that I am on the autistic spectrum would mitigate the effects.

What do you guys think?

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

She is buried in Arlington National Cemetery.

When I die, I want to buried in a cardboard coffin three feet under my favorite garden. I want tulips and strawberries to be my headstone. That's just my choice. Other people want less... ephemeral monuments to their time here. That's fine. Everyone is different, and a cemetery provides a green space for cities, lets urban wildlife find a niche, and gives the families of those passed a place to remember their loved ones.

I have no problem with cemeteries. Now, hermetically sealed coffins and arsenic filled corpses, that's another matter. However, that's not the main thrust of my message for today. Today, I want to talk about crime, punishment, and the existence of serendipitous synergy in the universe.

A man, one 22 year old Michael David Schreiber, for no particular reason, decided to get drunk. Then, again for no particular reason, he decided to break into Calumet Park cemetery in Merrillville, Indiana. Then, again for reasons inexplicable, he decided to start breaking headstones.

After breaking thirteen headstones, he decided to go for just one more. This is the part of the story that I like.

Police officers found Michael unconscious, with broken legs, underneath that fourteenth headstone. It took five officers to lift the thousand pound weight.

The family name of the stone left a "V" imprinted into Michael's thigh.

Dear readers, I had been feeling a bit down lately, and I didn't know exactly what to write about for almost a week. Then, like manna from heaven, a story like this comes along.

I'm feeling better.