Childhood Memories

For a couple of years when I was in elementary school I used to collect bottle caps, or as my parents probably viewed it: constantly picked up filthy pieces of garbage off of the ground. I cherished what homeless people discarded. Bottle caps are probably the grossest item a youngster can collect, cigarette butts aside. (Look ma, a Virginia Slims!)

I had a teddy bear named Beary from the day I was born until I moved to New York in June of 2002. (When he disappeared in a tragic delivery mishap at my friend and current roommate Tim's home in Shaker Heights) I used him as a pillow almost every night. I used to love him so much that I imagined how if a criminal/bad person came into my room in the middle of the night and said that he was taking either me or the bear that I would say "take me." In retrospect that scenario seems unrealistic in very, very many ways. But it's always good to have plans for emergency situations.

Scott Peterson's half-sister, Anne Bird, is releasing a tell-all book called "Blood Brother: 33 Reasons My Brother, Scott Peterson, Is Guilty." I wonder what number "because he was convicted in a court of law based on overwhelming evidence in a unanimous decision by the jury" is. If Ms. Bird wants to hold her readers interest she should save that for the end of the book, because that one is kind of the clincher.

What are you guys doing this weekend?