vacation time

Wednesday morning I will be flying up to Montana for a happy occasion. My brother is to be married! The last time I visited was in January after an absence of about a year and a season. I remember being so excited on that trip that the MAX ride to the airport was like a ride at Disneyland and when the flight attendant finished her safety presentation, I almost started clapping. This trip is all the more happy because my brother is marrying.

a mystery...

Here I am, cleaning up evidence at the scene. Obviously not a top notch crime solver, but I'll do my best Shirlock Holmes impression and figure out what happened here: He (but who?)came barralling down the inner staircase, trying to get out of the building as quickly as possible. I am guessing this because he only used the hand railing at the corners, like someone soaring down a staircase will do. And I know that because of the mess his hands left behind. Which I am cleaning up. What happened to this poor man, was he stabbed and bleeding? Should I have called in the FBI? No, now that I have your attention I must admit it: this is another vomit story. (How could I do that to you, gentle reader?) But back to the investigation at hand. I take this person to be male (no evidence for that) athletic (running down the staircase) and a non-resident (must have been going home(because the vomit(yes, I know, and I am sorry(well, sort off))leads from the sixth floor all the way down(not up- we have an elevator)) It was well digested, the color suggesting speghetti. It appeared over the Memorial day weekend, which leads me to suspect that this was not caused by illness but by partying. Although I could be mistaken. well, one more mystery for my building...