No Sign of The Skelton Code
My brother snapped this picture of our namesake sign outside the townhall of our very own township. Neither of us had any idea there was even a township in Minnesota called Skelton. I already feel an immediate kinship to the 372 people who live there. And I kind of wonder – what it would take for me to be deemed King of Skelton? Is it one of those things where I could just show up at the town hall and, upon hearing my name and pure pedigree, they would immediately appoint me as ruler and keeper of the lands? Or, will I just have to amass a small army and march up 35E and take the thing by force? Plans must be drawn up at once!

Yikes, I guess I’m feeling a bit mischievous today. I haven’t been sleeping much on account of that damn book The Da Vinci Code. I suspect that this is the same deep engagement and euphoria that millions of 12 year olds the world over are getting from their Harry Potter Book. Last night I surrendered completely to it’s cryptographic tractor beam. The Journey is a good one. But I refuse to talk about the book cause that would take all day and I would be hung from hooks for the highest crime of ‘spoiling’. In that spirit, I wont even link to reviews but if you’re interested you can get a feel for the book by following The DaVinci Code Web Quest: an online treasure hunt of sorts using Google and other tools. Fun stuff.