In those re-posts of "the story thus far" from Claire, she seems to have illustrated them with symbolic images. None of them make any sense to me, except perhaps the one that accompanies my post about the signature card I was given. The image seems to imply that someone has blood on their hands. Me, maybe? I was wondering if she's somehow accusing me of killing the game. It seems like that late summer that everything happened and we formed the "Andy Dooby Doo" group that things burned very brightly very quickly and then snuffed out just as quick.
I guess I"m feeling kind of guilty, because at one point during all that hubbub, when Enrique/Maddox was answering my emails, it was implied that maybe I should have been checking back at that same McDonald's by Graceland for more clues. I never did, though. It just wasn't important enough for me to interrupt "real life" to make regular road trips to South Memphis on a lark.
I was scratching my head at those illustrations too... strikes me as some "inside joke" sort of thing that only one person gets. Hard to say, but that particular picture, when you check the properties of it, has a file name indicating that the hand was bitten. If none of the other photos carry any special meaning then perhaps there's no point in attaching one to this one... I mean, not going out of your way to play along further isn't really "biting the hand that feeds you"!
Aw sheesh, that is NOT severed! It is a photo from a site relating to guard dog services in Papua, New Guinea (going back to the core site from the photo source, which is http://www.dalco.com.pg/gdss/z%20bite.jpg).
The caption for the photo says, "As mentioned, don't pat the doggie without asking the handler first - this chap was real lucky." Well, luck is relative, but despite having a real ugly, wounded hand, I'm sure he is at least glad it is still attached to him!
Hmm.. interesting. In fact, I did NOT bootleg one of Lynne's DVDs, though I was asked to by Winston.
Ok, "biting the hand that feeds you" -- I can dig that. And I feel better about that one than "blood on my hands". Biting the hand that feeds one puts me in good company with rabble-rousers throughout history.
Also, Ruby, I wasn't referring to any info that I hadn't already shared with the group. Just thinking back to a couple of leads that I didn't follow up thoroughly. At some point, Enrique mentioned (publicly, I think) often leaving a calling card in the men's room of that same McDonald's near Graceland. Can I picture myself scrambling around the men's room of a McDonald's that's located on what is essentially a highway feeding out of North Mississippi? Thanks, but no thanks.
No regrets, however. I think Claire, Enrique and company have shown their collective asses. It was all a big joke. Ha ha. Fun while it lasted.
I do, however, remain perpetually interested (after all, someone was definitely in Memphis and L.A. and Phoenix and who knows where else).
