Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Like the Back of My Hand

My parents love me - really, they do - but I can say with about 99% confidence that they would never be able to correctly pick my severed, decomposing foot out of a pile of random body parts.

Parents identify foot, hand of Mexican student hit in Colombian raid on rebels

(By the way, in the not-entirely-unlikely event that this ever comes up, there's a pair of my tiny, baby footprints embedded in the cement walkway of 39 Manning St, Roslindale , MA.)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You don't walk any better now than you did then!