Yay, Baseball!

Just bought the six pack for the season. All weekend games, back in the bleachers. Because that's where the party is!

Our games:

• Sunday, April 19th at 1305 v. Arizona Diamondbacks.


• Sunday, May 3rd at 1305 v. Colorado Rockies.


• Saturday, May 16th, TBA, v. New York Mets.


• Sunday, June 21st, 1305 v. Texas Rangers.


• Sunday, July 12th, 1305 v. San Diego Padres.

Due to Worldcon we'll be missing the August 8th game v. the Reds. Oh, well. We'll be drinking Quebecois wine and eating poutine.

Wow. I may be able to go to all my games this year in the daytime, as the baseball Gods intended!

15 days to Spring Training!

LET'S GO GIANTS!!!

OK, junior crimestoppers and CSI fanatics.

What do you make of this?

Life goes on around body found frozen in vacant Detroit warehouse

This city has not always been a gentle place, but a series of events over the past few, frigid days causes one to wonder how cold the collective heart has grown.

It starts with a phone call made by a man who said his friend found a dead body in the elevator shaft of an abandoned building on the city's west side.

"He's encased in ice, except his legs, which are sticking out like Popsicle sticks," the caller phoned to tell this reporter. "Why didn't your friend call the police?"

"He was trespassing and didn't want to get in trouble," the caller replied. As it happens, the caller's friend is an urban explorer who gets thrills rummaging through and photographing the ruins of Detroit. It turns out that this explorer last week was playing hockey with a group of other explorers on the frozen waters that had collected in the basement of the building. None of the men called the police, the explorer said. They, in fact, continued their hockey game.

Before calling the police, this reporter went to check on the tip, skeptical of a hoax. Sure enough, in the well of the cargo elevator, two feet jutted out above the ice. Closer inspection revealed that the rest of the body was encased in 2-3 feet of ice, the body prostrate, suspended into the ice like a porpoising walrus.

The hem of a beige jacket could be made out, as could the cuffs of blue jeans. The socks were relatively clean and white. The left shoe was worn at the heel but carried fresh laces. Adding to the macabre and incongruous scene was a pillow that gently propped up the left foot of the corpse. It looked almost peaceful.

What happened to this person, one wonders? Murder in Motown is a definite possibility. Perhaps it was death by alcoholic stupor. Perhaps the person was crawling around in the elevator shaft trying to retrieve some metal that he could sell at a scrap yard. In any event, there the person was. Stone-cold dead.

One thing that strikes me is the corpse still has his shoes! One of the most needed thing on the streets is a good pair of shoes, and I fail to see how a body could sit there in what is obviously a homeless haunt for that long without someone taking the shoes for wear or trade.