Fair enough…but the death stats addict part of my brain suddenly wants more details about transportation safety in the pre-automobile era. Harder to talk a horse into driving into a tree, but how many stodgy British novels did I read once upon a time that involved death by startled out-of-control horse as a plot point?
A short thought generated by watching a bit of a movie about Iran over breakfast: why DON’T U.S. states typically accept thumbprints as a valid identity voucher? They seem easy enough to check in case of a contested identity, and people generally come equipped with them without having to worry about transit and fees and bureaucratic hoops.
I probably won’t take time to research it now or soon, but it seems like one of those things where there could be an interesting story.
I let Google Photos loose on an old hard drive the last couple days. Mostly, I’m not too fond of the Assistant’s creations… but this one was neat. Jill took a few photos wiht my camera while I was out on the dance floor at Cave de la Huchette, and it automatically stitched them together.