Mysterious Doings

The new year is beginning with more horror stories than the general horror most of the GOP are feeling with Mr. Neutral Mitt I'm-No-Way-At-All-Like-Any-Of-You Romney leading the PAC, and, of course, the Poll-Pundit-based pack.

First off, before 2012 had barely staggered in with the global baggage of an economic and revolutionary explosion-implosion hangover from 2011's painful ways, a body was found on Queen Elizabeth's property at the Sandringham Estate outside London.

Oh wow! A true English Mystery was afoot! How wonderfully curiously dramatic! Weeks later, the body has now been identified, and it is indeed clear that something not very nice preceded the find.

Now, we have another: this time a very American-Slasher-Movie-Like murder mystery in the Hollywood Hills by the quintessential icon of the town of Tinsel, the Hollywood Sign! Beneath (and/or within some kind of reach) hapless hikers with a dog happened upon a real life version of a vintage Vincent Price film minus the moody charm of a sultry Raymond Chandler noir–laden staccato-paced narrative, when the severed head of someone was found on what one would have thought would have been just another hike in Paradise!

Calling all TV Crime show producers and writers: you, and perhaps only you, can profile this case when it's glaring at you from your lofty corner office with a wave of the scary murderer's hand and the sense of "Look at me and what I've done!" call for attention. I mean, Gee! If former FBI Profiler Dayle Hinman can subsist on a somewhat stilted yet factually accurate cable program for how many years now of reruns, surely there is a mind (or two or more) in this town full of the needed twists and turns required to unravel this new place-appropriate, true crime mystery. A few details: Watch Your Step

On that happy note, I bid you all the best of walks and hikes in your future, knowing that at all times the wonders of nature may also bring the dismay of another form of life's decay.