A few months ago, I got a friend request on FB from someone whose name I didn't recognize. We're from the same hometown, and had lots of friends in common, but he's a year younger than I am, and went to a different school. I kept thinking that I'd remember him, or maybe he was friends with my younger brother, since he obviously went to the trouble of sending me the request. I am the first to admit that I don't remember a LOT of things from before college. I just... don't remember.

Anyway. Today, one of our mutual friends posted condolences on his wall. Apparently, he passed away last week. I don't know the details. And I still don't know who he is.

In "I live in a strange state" news: last night our local CBS station did a story about two stores next door to each other: Hoover Tactical Weapons (sells automatic weapons) & Love Stuff (sells sex toys for consenting, maybe even happily married, adults). The weapons store is ok, but they're trying to shut the other store down. Oh, Alabama. You so crazy. I've heard they have the "Southern Baptist Special" where you can call in an order and pick it up at a back door and never have to walk in or park your car, in case you might be seen.

Also, this reminds me of my favorite joke:  Just as Jews do not recognize Jesus as the Messiah and Protestants do not recognize the Pope as the head of their church, Southern Baptists do not recognize each other in the liquor store.