There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad. Salvador Dali While in St. Pete, Florida last week I visited the Dali art museum again. I almost never go on tours, but the tiny 70-ish year-old docent caught my attention as she began to talk and I found myself following her and 20 … Continue reading Salvador Dali: One Strange Dude
Within hours after the murder, the police had a suspect. Today they would have called him “a person of interest.” A teenager in the neighborhood had been picked up more than once for being a peeping Tom and burglar. Police followed foot prints to his parents home where he lived. They found him jogging in the vicinity. He’d recently taken a shower. Odd for that … Continue reading Serial Killer
When I was a senior in college there was a high profile murder in my hometown. It happened around Halloween. I remember my two sisters calling me to tell me about it; I lived in a dorm in another state. Even though I wasn’t there I was creeped-out by it. It occurred in a nicer part of town and was a break in. It’s not usually the way … Continue reading Death Penalty
