My sister told me it was huge in England;

My sister told me it was huge in England; that I'd never seen a silly hat like that meant I knew nothing. I told her

unfortunately, we are not in England. We are in Pella, Iowa, home of serious hats. Hats so serious, in fact, that the world hat summit was held here in 1937, where Jim Chapeau, was

Chief of police. To outsiders Pella Iowa appears quiet, peaceful. But to Jim, it is a town of secrets. A place where only the strongest of citizens can hang their hats.

Pella is known for two things, windows and tulips. There's a metaphor somewhere in that. Jim considered that as he

pealed the banana. It was difficult because the fruit was overripe, blackened really, and the peal more or less fell apart as removed it. He was astonished to find hidden under the

top of the slippery peel a bean-shaped bulge reminiscent of the elusive Grafenberg Spot. He frowned. What was this he was eating? He took off the blindfold and

knelt beside Timothy Leary's corpse and whispered into his ear, "Do you feel like I do?" He'd buried Timothy Leary in Pet Cemetery. He wanted the Captain of LSD to come back and

sing at his kareoke parties! what a fitting tribute that would be he thought. as he trudged thru the cemetery gates, a quiet moan caught his attention. turning, his gaze fell

his torn, lifeless body. And that's how the children learned about maiming.