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Dear Inconsiderate Motorist

At first, sir or madame, I was quite infuriated that you scratched my automobile with your undoubtedly obscenely oversized truck or sports utility vehicle (for nothing else could possibly scratch where you did).
After further thought, though, I must thank you for not committing the act, thereby demonstrating poor control of your motor vehicle and careless abandon and disregard for your fellow motorist’s property.
I am sure, beyond a doubt, that if I had been present then at best I would have challenged you to (and surely won) a gentleman’s duel (assuming you are capable of gentlemanly behaviour) or I would now be in the custody of the law under charges of violence most severe.

Safe travels,

Jeremy

Warning: Contains incorrect information since, as mentioned, my notes on the subject are elsewhere at the moment.

Taking a bit of a break from the Ruby construction series (mental note: contact Accucraft re: parts). This weekend past I was on vacation; my annual pilgrimage to Kingston. I’d like to take this opportunity to reaffirm my affection for Kingston and that some day I am going to relocate there. I had an absolute blast – as usual – with the added benefit that the hotel had recently been renovated and all was shiny and new. While in the Limestone city, I took a little field trip.

One of my ongoing prose projects is a novella;Dance of the Crimson Angel and it truly is ongoing. I doubt I will be finishing it this year. It’s possible, but unlikely. Act one (because act sounds much more pretentious important than chapter) reaches it’s climactic ending at Rockwood Asylum; a looney bin on the shores of Lake Ontario. It is, in fact, the home at the time of our third protagonist, the eponymous Woman in Room 247.

Rockwood Asylum does exist, as a matter of fact. Back in the day – and forgive my minimal amount of facts as I am sperated from my notes – it was a criminal asylum which I waved the magic wand of creative license over to keep it open to the current year and made it less criminal and more mixed. The old Victorian monstrosity (and I say that endearingly) is now very much closed with moderately sized, angry, red signs warning of certain materials within (read: asbestos). Still, though, it’s more than a little hauntingly beautiful. And visiting something I had written about has added a whole new dimention to it.