On March 7th at around 1 pm, a beautiful clear day, we were returning to New York after celebrating Allyson's father's birthday in New Hampshire. Driving down freeway I-91 in Vermont, going around 65 mph, a very large dark gray SUV was alongside us on the left. Suddenly the SUV pulled into us, forcing us off the road onto the very rough shoulder of the road, our tire blew out, and we started swerving wildly back across the highway, into a shallow ravine, going so fast we drove directly up two trees and stopping abruptly against a granite outcropping, our car facing heavenward.

Jeg har svært ved at se en sammenhæng. Altså fra 2001 til 2010, der er immervæk nogle år, og der sker mange uheld for mange mennesker verden over. Hvad mener du selv lige pointen er her?

Tja, tre store biblioteker brænder ned på tre år... Jeg kan sagtens se det suspekte i det.

Jonathan had been providing a place to crash in his newly created lab/guest
house for two guests, who ended up getting into a couple of physical
altercations with Jonathan's neighbor. Clearly, Jonathan found this to be
unacceptable, and his guests' anger was then turned onto him. While he was
gone from the country, they burned his place down. Nearly all of his books
are now covered soot and have to be cleaned before packing up, but
thankfully only about 40-50 of them were charred and none were consumed. So
he's got a bunch of sad, dirty, tedious work ahead of him, packing
everything up into fruit crates, trucking it to Veracruz, shipping it by
container to Cartagena de Indias, then overland to Manizales, in the
Cordillera Central. Colombia as a spot to relocate likely has more to do
with the fact that he has a gig and a friend he can stay with there; but it
is also true that he was increasingly disenchanted with the area in Xalapa
where he lived.