Everyone can probably think of evil people on this planet, and may even have an opinion of who is the most evil, but I’m convinced that that title belongs to a rather anonymous person who we all know about, but we don’t know his or her name.

It’s the person that somehow figured out how to make smoke detector batteries die in the middle of the night, rather than at any other time of the day.

Evil.  Pure evil.  Makes Iago look like a cute little bunny rabbit.

I made breakfast this morning of a bowl of oatmeal with some blueberries, and for some odd reason, I actually looked at the label on the blueberries and saw that they were from Hammonton, NJ.  Makes sense, it’s probably not that far from the city, and we try to use local farms as much as possible.

And then I forgot all about it.

Then I was talking to my friend who lives in Jersey and she mentioned that she was driving home and had stopped to eat in a place in Jersey.  She mentioned the town, and I mentioned that I had never heard of it.  Then she said that it was the blueberry capitol of the world.  I said, wait, was it Hammonton?  Yup, it was.

Weird how things come full circle sometimes.