The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
That's what Ruth Holladay, late of the Indianapolis Star, is asking. 'Cos one of the paper's offshoot magazineothingies ran a nifty story about that infamous messer-up of our gun laws and despoiler of banks, John Dillinger which featured a Fact or Fiction section that included an, oh, gee, how to say it? There's a long-running rumor that a, ahem, certain portion of the infamous outlaw's anatomy is kept in a jar at the Smithsonian (cos that's how they roll). And so on. Go ask Ruth, I'm too busy alternately blushing and snickering!
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Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."