The Girl Scouts stole my cemetery!

I had a few hours to burn and had recently been trying to find some information on Andrew’s Indianapolis pioneer relatives.  There are a few cemeteries around town where I haven’t been able to find the best records and I think there MIGHT be a chance they’re buried...

The Children of the Corn

I stood there, in front of the car, bleeding (but beginning to scab already) and covered in rash. Andrew looked at me and said, “Well, you got your adventure.”  I couldn’t tell if he was pissed or if he just mocking me because he thought it was actually funny.  He was...

I apologize, but I have to blog

This wasn’t really a choice.  I decided, after explaining the wounds on my arms to 8 different people after a particularly harrowing cemetery search, that I need to just create a blog.  I could tell these ridiculous stories of adventure and intrigue to all these...