Although blinded by a car accident when he was fifteen years old, Daniel Davis never lost sight of his dreams. He went on to medical school, where he graduated near the bottom of his class. But he graduated, which was all he needed to keep his dream alive.
He had difficulty finding a place for his residency requirement. Most institutions were uncomfortable with a blind doctor. After a lengthy search he was finally accepted at St. Elsinore’s Hospice and Bed and Breakfast. The administrators figured that he couldn’t do much harm, and he worked for less pay than most nurses.
The government of John Smith County in rural Virginia didn’t have much room in their budget for a medical examiner, but Dr. Davis came at a discount, so it was win-win. He had served in that position for several years, when the opportunity to solve his first murder presented itself.
Dr. Davis was sitting at his desk, working once again on his Rubik’s cube. His wife had etched simple patterns into the little squares so that her husband could identify each color. He felt he was getting closer to the solution.
Then there was a knock at the door.
Dr. Davis had taken off the dark glasses that hid his eyes from the scrutiny of others. He picked the glasses up off of his desk and he put them back on.
“Come in!”
Sheriff Connor entered the office. He was holding a box about a cubic foot in size.
“Dr. Davis?”
“Sheriff Connor! Welcome! I’m working on the Rubik’s cube again. I think I’m getting close.”
Dr. Davis held up the cube. All of the sides that Sheriff Connor could see contained multiple colors.
“Yes, Dr. Davis. You’re getting very close.”
“You probably think I’m a genius, but I’m not. There’s a pattern to it. All you have to do is follow the pattern, and you’re guaranteed to solve it.”
“A pattern? Perhaps you could show me sometime? It would impress my kids.”
“Anytime, Sheriff. Anytime.”
Sheriff Connor was holding the box away from his body. He set the box on the desk.
“What is that? Have you brought me a present?”
“Sort of. Mrs. Harken got this package in the mail. I'd like to get your opinion.”
“Of course. Pass it over here.”
Sheriff Connor slid the box across the desk. Dr. Davis felt the box.
“I smell hamburger,” the Doctor said.
“That was my lunch,” the sheriff replied.
“Oh. Well, where was the box sent from?”
“Richmond.”
Dr. Davis leaned over and sniffed directly above the box. “Now I smell plastic.” He sniffed again. “And human flesh.” Dr. Davis put on a fresh pair of latex gloves. He opened the box.
There was a plastic bag inside of it. He pulled the bag out of the box and set the bag upon his desk. He opened the bag and reached one hand into it. He felt hair. He grabbed the hair, and he pulled a human head out of the bag.
Dr. Davis carefully felt all sides of the severed head. “It’s a human head,” he said. “Probably a man.”
“We figured that much out on our own,” the sheriff replied, without sarcasm. “We were hoping you could give us some more information.”
There was a bet going on at the Sheriff’s department as to whether the doctor could give them any new information. Only the sheriff had bet in favor of the doctor. If Dr. Davis couldn’t give them anything new, the sheriff stood to lose $150.
“Patience, Sheriff Connor, patience. I'm just beginning my examination.”
“Of course. I didn't mean to rush you.”
“It’s quite all right,” said the doctor.
Dr. Davis felt around the head. He smelled it in multiple spots, nodding occasionally. “Uh-huh. Yes. Mmmm. Ahhh.” Dr. Davis put the head back into the plastic bag. He took off his gloves and tossed them into the trash can beside his desk.
“Sheriff Connor, it is my professional opinion that this man was decapitated – to death!”
The sheriff sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to paying out $150. He also didn’t want to look like a fool.
“Is there anything else you can tell me, Dr. Davis.”
“There is. This man used dandruff shampoo. A generic version of Head and Shoulders, I suspect. I also detected the faint odor of tuna fish coming from his mouth. He probably had a tuna fish sandwich before he died. His skin has a trace odor of a bar soap, the kind you find in hotels. His nose had the distinct odor of mucous. He was probably suffering from hay fever, or from some other airborne allergen. Is this the bag and box that his head was mailed in?”
“Yes.”
“The bag was purchased at Walmart, I would bet. It smells like their generic four gallon bag. The box was contaminated with so many other smells as it was handled by the postal system that I can’t give you any useful information about it.”
“What about time of death?”
“Less than a week, I’d say. I can’t be more accurate than that right now because the box may have undergone higher than normal temperatures while it was being transported by mail trucks. That would have accelerated decomposition, making the time of death seem farther out than it really was.”
That was all the sheriff needed to win his bet. He decided he’d buy the doctor lunch one day next week, assuming his deputies paid up.
A voice came from Sheriff Connor’s police radio. “Sheriff?”
“Connor here.”
“Sheriff, a headless body was found in the woods behind the middle school. Deputy Hood is over there now.”
“All right. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Secure the area and wait for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why would someone mail the head and leave the body to rot in the woods?” the doctor wondered.
“I don’t know,” the sheriff replied. “We don’t even know if it’s the body for this head.”
“There hasn’t been a murder in this county in ten years. The odds of them being from two different people are pretty low. Uh, perhaps you’ll let me catch a ride with you? The county hasn’t given me my own vehicle yet.”
“Of course, Dr. Davis. I was going to ask you to ride with me anyway.”
“That’s good to hear,” said the doctor. “We’ve only got three drawers in our morgue. I’ll put the head in the bottom one and I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll get it for you, Doctor.” The sheriff was wearing latex gloves, and he picked up the plastic bag.
“Are you sure? I’m fully capable of doing it.”
“I know, Doctor. But I don’t mind.” The sheriff put the plastic bag back into the box, then closed the box.
“All right, then,” said the doctor. “Thank you. But make sure you put in in the bottom drawer, okay? Not one of the top two. I've got my lunch and a change of clothes in the top two.”
Dr. Davis grabbed his black bag and his white cane, and he followed Sheriff Connor out of the office.
Dr. Drew interviewed Scott Adams recently, and Scott Adams mentioned the absurdity that Republicans went to overthrow the government on Jan 6, but they neglected to bring their guns. On the first or second anniversary of the event, that alleged oversight made the narrative appear absurd to me, so I made a "video" that was supposed to be audio from January 6, captured on a video camera from which the lens cap had not been removed. I'm posting it again just because.
While I was waiting on hold to talk with a human at the IRS, I decided to put some food out for the dogs. I set the full bag of dog food on a chair, and walked away to get the bowls. When I turned around I saw the bag slowly tipping over, spilling much of its contents onto the floor. Fortunately I had help cleaning it up.
The main task for today is to begin revising McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader. It may take a couple of weeks, possibly more. I still have to work at Publix, and next week I start a new job in the memory care unit of a rehab/nursing home facility, and I'll also be working at Publix at least one night.
After that I'll take a look at the double-slit experiment, and see if there is an interpretation that is consistent with my theory of wave physics.
Also, I came across the attached meme, which I had created two or three years (or so) ago. I thought I'd include it because I still like it.
I recently proposed a theory of matter and energy called Wave Physics. In this theory, the only things in the universe are energy and the universal membrane, which is the medium through which all energy is transfered and stored.
Tonight I realized that according to this theory, everyone and everything in the universe are connected to each other at all times. Things that would be impossible according to the standard model of particle physics, are very possible in the universe of wave physics. Psychic transmissions and the power of prayer are physically possible and make sense if the universe works in any way like the theory I proposed.
If you've ever heard the phone ring and felt sure who it was before answering it, and were proven correct, this makes sense in wave physics, but not with particle physics. If you've ever looked intently at someone, and had that person quickly turn and look directly at you (I have), that phenomenon makes sense if all of us are parts of the same vast, ...
I was only scheduled to work three days this week, so I decided to work on a theory I'd been playing around with for fun over the last few years. I'd never been a big fan of the standard model of particle physics, so a few years ago, just for fun, I thought about exploring some alternate ideas, with zero training and zero experiments.
This week I wrapped up a few loose ends, and posted it to a community I created called Wave Physics. Originally I had called it Alternative Physics, but I changed my mind, so the link still has alternativephysics in it, but the community name is Wave Physics. I'd love for people to pay $5.00 a month to tell me how wrong I am.
https://alternativephysics.locals.com/
I also posted it on my personal website:
