The New Year

All right. Screw the end of the year list I was thinking of doing. I'm sorry. I just got caught up in that palatable nonsense and thought it would be important if I did my own EOTYear List.

It's not important. It's not important at all.

What I do need to talk about in this blog is important and - if I may channel Tyra Banks for a moment - has something/somewhat to do with me.

And a missing woman.

I'm not joking.

Last year - actually, for two years - I lived in a duplex on South Milledge Avenue in Athens. My half was 2002 S. Milledge. The other half was 2004 S. Milledge.

On December 30, 2007, the woman who lived in the 2004 part disappeared. Her wallet phone, keys, and dog were found at the house (the dog was running loose), and the door to the unfinished basement was open.

Now, this is a creepy occurrence, and yet it makes it all the more creepy that I lived next door. Now, the fact that I moved out nearly six months before this took place will not stop me from co-opting the oddity of the story.

This sort of thing doesn't happen that often in Athens, GA, I can tell you that.

You can read an updated story on the disappearance here, by clicking on this sentence.

I'll try to keep you updated.