I read a story this morning in The Oakland Press by two AP writers, about how the site of the Cleveland serial killers house has become a unofficial tourist location. It got me wondering as to what it is that makes seemingly normal people act goofy around death, especially grusome death. Now full disclousure, I too used to rubberneck at an accident scene. I though have grown over this morbid fascination and I remember when I lost it. It was the night before Christmas Eve, a couple of years ago, and I was on my way home. While driving on I-90 through the East side of Cleveland, traffic came to a stand still. I turned on my C.B. radio to hear what was going on. It was a jumper, a man had step out it front of a semi-truck in order to commit suicide. After sitting on the highway for 3 hours, one lane finally opened up. As I got to the accident scene, I could see the red soaked roadway contrast against the white graininess of the salt, and the numerous yellow spray-painted circles, signifying where body parts had been found. From that point on I couldn't look at the crash scenes anymore, I had lost my appitite for the morbidity. So now, I have to sit back and wonder what is it that people hope to see when they visit the "House Of Horrors" (as its been dubed locally). Are they expecting to find a body themselves, some clue as to the depravity of man so as to insert a moral superiority, or maybe its something more twisted like being able to brag to friends and family that "I was there man. I seen it with my own two eyes." with such a strong curiousity, I now believe that the Coroners office should sell tickets to autopsies in order to help with ever-increasing budget problems. Lets pull away box-office sales in order to keep cities/counties from sinking in red-ink. after police conduct their crime scene investagations, let's open up the crime scene to onlookers, for a small fee. We may just be able to turn law enforcemnt into a profitable endeavor. Thats just what I think.

(Please excuse my spelling and grammical errors, I'm working without a spell-check.)