Questions children ask

My seven year old surprised me with a question before he went to school this morning. “Are there more children than grownups in this world?”
I thought for a minute or two and told him I wasn’t sure, that maybe he could ask his teacher.
After a few moments he said, “I think so, because grownups make babies, and they might have more than one.”

Mystery of phantom killer solved

I read an interesting article in the New York Post this past Friday about a phantom female serial killer who apparently killed, mugged and burgled across Germany, France and Austria for 15 years, leaving her DNA at 40 crime scenes. Detectives had been on trail on the phantom since 2001. ¹

At one point, a $400,000 bounty was placed on the head of the elusive and unusual criminal.

Last April, forensic science experts in Stuttgart began analyzing hundreds of unused cotton swabs in response to fears that the DNA came from a source of contamination rather than an actual perpetrator.

“On March 26, German police revealed that the cotton swabs they use may have all been contaminated by the same worker at a factory in Austria — and that the Phantom of Heilbronn never existed.” ²

Science is a wonderful tool, but it should only be a complement in investigative work. Science is carried out by scientists who are, after all, human.

Sources:

¹ New York Post, Friday, March 27, 2009, page 8.

² http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1888126,00.html

So long ago

 

Your letters I’ve thrown away

Your small gifts lost

Like our love that wasted away and died

So long ago

You were afraid to give

Reluctant to navigate the rough sea of life

We didn’t struggle to keep our boat afloat

So long ago

The details of what transpired

Have faded like the evening sun

We both could have tried harder

So long ago

Finish your projects

Finish your projects

Don’t let your dreams die

Has this happened to you?

When you left me

I didn’t see it coming

With a scream, I broke the silence

 “Why?”

Only to hear the echo of

My voice bounce back

With the passage of time

I’ve finally realized

I’m just too good for you

Don’t feed the vine

The pain of you leaving

Has winded through me like a stubborn vine

Wrapping around my heart

Tightening its grip

Refusing to let go

Was it that you left me?

Or am I just clinging to the pain

So I can give up on myself?

My tears and resentment feed the vine

Allowing it to live and grow stronger

I can let you go

I will learn to let you go

The vine will wither and die

And my heart will beat fully once more

To love and be loved again

 

 

 

It wasn’t about me

 

As imperfect beings

Living in an imperfect world

We let each other down

Sometimes we meet

Only to come together for a short time

On our journey through this life

You played your part in my life, changing me

Then moved on to someone new

To play a part in their life

Our Creator meant it to be this way

Or it would not be so

The Divine plan

Is wider and grander

Than my own

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wildlife coexists with busy highway

These wild birds don’t seem to mind the noise and exhaust coming from vehicles traveling on Montauk Highway, which passes over this river.

Life is forever changing

Life

Is ever changing

Today

This moment

Is everything

It won’t be the same as tomorrow

Or yesterday

Sunrise

These pictures were taken close to 7 a.m. this morning, Eastern Standard Time at Long Island, New York.

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