Well hello again, my lovelies.
I did not write on Tuesday. Sorry about that. Was up late and then I was tired so I went beddy-bye.
Wednesday was another quiet day around here. It has been hot and humid lately, but the doors and windows I installed last year have come through like a champ. We have great air circulation in the house now and even on the hottest of days we are not that uncomfortable. We would probably be even more comfy if we had a heatpump, but that is not in the cards right now.
We ordered Chinese food for dinner tonight. A note on the menu said they delivered, so we took advantage. Egg rolls. Spring rolls. Lemon chicken. Beef and mushrooms. Singapore noodles. More MSG than a person should have in 1000 lifetimes.
I sent off my most recent cold case article to my editor on Monday. I am already working on the next one. After that, I am not sure what I will work on. I had no idea when I started this series that I would have produced in excess of 60 articles over the last five years, but here I am. I keep finding ever more obscure cases that are on nobody's radar because they happened more than 100 years ago and everybody who knew the victims is long dead.
Think about it. In each of these cases, people went through the rest of their lives without knowing who killed their loved one. The police files would long since have been thrown out. Nobody is investigating the case. I am likely the only one who knows about the case and the only one who cares enough to write an article about it. It is deeply sad on all counts.
Anyway, the case I am working on now was one I discovered by looking up some stuff on Newspapers DOT Com a couple of months ago. A headline intrigued me. I found a few more articles on the service and then followed up with trips to the archives, both before and after the most recent shut down. I now have a dozen or so newspaper articles and found a picture of the man accused of murdering the victim. Can't find a pic of the victim, though, which is unfortunate.
In the coming days I will sit down and write that story, even though I know it will not run until the latter part of August. Such is life and deadlines.
It is after one ayem. The Tampa Bay Lightning won the Stanley Cup, so hockey is over for another year, thank goodness. When my mother was alive, and my parents only had three channels, she would grow so frustrated when hockey playoffs were on because they interfered with her shows such as "Dallas", which actually ran on the CBC. When the playoffs were over, she would beam beatifically because she knew she could see her shows again.
She must be smiling now.
You all have a good evening. Talk at you tomorrow.