This morning’s paper ran an article on the hundreds of thousands of rape kits unprocessed all over the country. Rape kits are the genetic samples taken from the victim by evidence-collectors (the police) at the time a victim reports the crime. According to the article (and lawsuits filed by one victim whose kit sat on evidence shelves for TEN YEARS before she was able to pressure the authorities into processing it – and whose DNA evidence was responsible for convicting a repeat offender) there is a move afoot to require the authorities to actually do something about this outrageous backlog.
Then again, it’s a crime against women, so the authorities obviously have better things to do.
Keep an eye on this piece of legislation, and be aware.
Car and Driver magazine just did a survey on the best driving song. Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” is supposed to have won. Can’t say I’ve ever heard of it, and wouldn’t recognize it if I did hear it! The only one of the top ten that I actually recognized was “Born to Run”.
For my money, the best driving song (especially when stuck in traffic) is Kingston Trio’s “MTA”. I roll the windows down, crank up the volume, and sing along! For long runs at high speeds, I much prefer classical trumpet or the Canadian Brass.
What is your driving song?
Yes, I know that Bastille Day is still 6 months off, but every once in a while I get an overwhelming urge to join the revolution and scream “a la laterne”! This usually happens when I come across one of the Chronicle of the Horse’s syrupy stories on a 16-year-old kid who has beaten the pros. This time it was Palm Beach, and a very big-money hunter classic.
It was very obvious, from the identity of the horses she rode (she finished 1-2) that someone with a great deal of money was behind this kid. Both horses have had solid careers in the working hunter divisions for the last 4 or 5 years with eminent pros. There are young ‘uns who do have the ability to make a horse from the ground up, but not this kid. If she’d made these horses, she would have had to start when she was about 4.
Grumble. Yes, I’m a wee bit (ok, leave out the “wee bit”) jealous, but nevertheless, where do you get the good grounding if you don’t learn the fundamentals?
Check out the 1964 film “Topkapi”. It’s Melina Mercouri at her most devious, Maximillian Schell at his open-shirted best, Robert Morley at his best, and Peter Ustinov the incomparable. The basic plot in this film noir is an attempt to steal the Topkapi dagger – pictured above. Based on a true story and filmed on location at the Topkapi Palace in Istanbul. Well worth watching – it’s a treat.