A request was made to bury that Virginia license plate. I am trying like heck to get back to blogging. My living room and dining room look like the Rubbermaid Bin Grand Canyon from hell, and if you even had a whiff of mental illness, you'd be in full blown psychosis in five minutes. Then a friend called with a story about a body donated to a medical school. That's up next. I'm always quoting the Godfather. "Just when I thought I was clear, they drag me back in." Back shortly. Promise. ...and the "daffy" quote is from Miller's Crossing.