A few days ago, I made a wiseass comment about tourists taking shots of themselves without any irony on the grassy knoll, yeah, that grassy knoll. The next day I got a wonderful email from a fellow named Brett Sonnenschein, who with a sense of irony â€” and with his wifeâ€” Â played the gruesome tourist from that very spot. He even sent a link to the online album they made. It’s great, and you can find it here.
Have you ever played The Gruesome Tourist? If so, send me your shots and I’ll post them.
Meanwhile, here’s another one from my album. On April 4, 1958 police responded to an altercation at the home of Lana Turner. When they got there (I’ve always wondered if the “policemen rang twice”), they found her lover Johnny Stompanato dead from stab wounds. The stabber was Turner’s teenaged daughter who was defending her mother from abuse. Here’s me in front of the house, many brown hairs ago.