Soon after I moved into my apartment on Ashford Lane, off the Beltline on Madison’s south side, a woman was strangled to death in an apartment nearby. My friends joked that I should have waited longer to begin my murderous rampage in the neighborhood.
Well, I’ve lived on Lake Monona for three years, so I think I’m off the hook for this. Especially because I have a fear of falling through the ice myself.
He talked about breadth ’til it argued him narrow.
— Emily Dickenson (Paraphrased)