My brother and mother spent the last five and a half days here. Yes, that includes arriving here at one in the morning Thanksgiving day.
My stove is dead, in a way that requires a truck to the landfill and a new stove, so we made do with sandwiches and reheated soup (I think I’d have cried if I didn’t have a working microwave) and conversation. As is the norm for the past almost four years, I worked every single day they were here–yes, every day of the weekend after Thanksgiving. And after (or before, depending on my ever changing schedule), I trooped around with them all over creation, because my brother is a shopaholic who cannot visit the US without needing to visit every store within a hundred mile radius.
(Okay, seventy-five miles, but otherwise, not exaggerating much)
(because life is sucking hard right now)
Also, I admit to giggling uncontrollably when I read the text at the end.
As some of you may have noticed, I’m a regular reader of Popehat, a group blog where at least a couple of authors are lawyers. Ken White, the most prolific blogger there, is a staunch and vocal advocate for freedom of speech, as it’s defined in the constitution of these United States.
Through his posts, and to a lesser degree those of his co-bloggers, I learn much too often about how the judicial system is often abused to silence criticism. Many of the would-be censorious assholes are of the private individual variety, à la Charles Carreon of The Oatmeal fame.
Some, however, are far more scary.
A very long time ago–I must have been eleven or perhaps twelve years old–my siblings and I used to visit my father oh, once or perhaps twice a month. Such visits often involved very little time spent actually with him, and a lot of time finding something to read to be quiet and let him nap.¹ The good news if that there was always something to read, and that all five of us are voracious readers.
One on such occasion, I found the book An Autumn of Terror: The Crimes and Times of Jack the Ripper.² Published in 1965, it is quite outdated in its methods of study, and yet, both at the time it was published and when I read it, it was pretty much cutting edge in how it looked at the evidence and the inferences it made from it.