I am a stitch, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I saw the Gebelein Man (Ginger) at the British Museum today. I’ve seen him before, but this time my thoughts are lingering. He was a young man, wounded in the shoulder, and buried in a shallow grave. The hot sand mummified him over…
A boy at my children’s high school was voted homecoming king this past week. The entire student body had a chance to nominate. Finalists were chosen. Those students where then put on a ballot and the king was selected. I remember high school. I remember the kids that were always chosen for these types of things. They were…