July 22, 2007
Personal History of the Moment
BoingBoing was (I guess) amused by the swearing and poor composition skills of a Councilman writing to a convicted drug seller. What caught my eye was how near it was my old street and church.
My main counter to people who assume I went to some kind of hick school in Cleveland is pointing out how they installed metal detectors there a year or so after I left.