Tawdry Suburban Lives

Shortly after we moved into our house here on Upland Road, a neighbor came by and left us a housewarming gift -- of sausages. It seems her husband was known as the Sausage King. Today I read this in the paper:

Three government meat inspectors were "ambushed'' and "executed'' by Stuart Charles Alexander, the self-anointed "Sausage King'' of San Leandro's Santos Linguisa Factory, because he was tired of getting cited for cooking his sausages at sub-standard temperatures, an Alameda County prosector said Tuesday.

Scary, eh. Now I wonder what was in that sausage. Oh well, they moved quite a while back. And I'm sure it's all out of my system by now.