The wacky world of bones

by Ken Carpenter

In 2003 I got the weird idea of writing a story about bones. Knowing me, you might assume that it is nasty. It is not in the least, sniff sniff, and I am at least partially mortified that anyone would think so.
OK, I have to admit, I’m not mortified at all. In fact, I am mystified that it isn’t.
It is Friday so I want everybody to try to keep from breaking any bones over the weekend. Your outlook on Monday morning will improve dramatically if you don’t.