Shadowplay
Last night, while working pages in the office, I received a call from a local man. He told me how his dog had recently passed away and he had buried it on his property, setting up a cross and a solar-powered light to shine on it.
He then proceded to tell me that every night, for the past two weeks, starting around 8 p.m., a shadow that falls on this cross looks to him just like the Virgin Mary, and that not to think he is nuts, but that it might make a good story.
The saddest part of it all is that this is one of our county legislators.
He then proceded to tell me that every night, for the past two weeks, starting around 8 p.m., a shadow that falls on this cross looks to him just like the Virgin Mary, and that not to think he is nuts, but that it might make a good story.
The saddest part of it all is that this is one of our county legislators.