Did you actually SEE it? Are you emotionally scarred? It's not exactly Pleasantville 'round these parts, is it?Posted by: susan on July 18, 2005 01:28 PM
Reading back over my comment, one could take my tone to be challenging the gruesomeness of your tale, when I meant it to express horror and shock. The end.Posted by: susan on July 18, 2005 01:29 PM
oh, quite all right. I edited this post to remove an inhumanly callous joke that I had initially made. You're not the only one worried about tone.
Yeah, I couldn't see the body on the way to Union Station, but I got a clear look on the way back. Seemed to be a slightly overweight black man, sprawled on his back, arms over his head, wearing a white t-shirt. There was a sheet of some sort draped over the body, but it was being blown around a bit.
I can't say I'm Stand By Me scarred, exactly. Perhaps this is because in Governor's School I had the chance to see a cadaver destined for the med students up close (the face, hands and feet were wrapped, because they tend to evoke a very strong emotional reponse, something I thought was interesting). I was younger, it was more solemn, and it was a lot closer, so that remains my foremost dead body experience.
Plus, you know, web programming is a pretty rough and tumble business. Some of the things I've seen...Posted by: tom on July 18, 2005 01:39 PM
Say what you want about the humidity. I for one enjoy that I have to chew and swallow the air we're breathing.Posted by: The Red Line on July 18, 2005 02:40 PM
You know, having a vegetable garden helps, because you begin to see some higher utility to the inclimate weather. Sure, it's living hell on earth, but I come home from 5 days in Texas and I have zucchini as big as my arm—which had barely sprouted from the vine when I'd left.
Tom, sorry to hear that you saw (more) dead people. That's pretty terrible, really.Posted by: Kriston on July 18, 2005 02:47 PM