Checking my messages at work today, I was bemused to discover that a mystery caller had sung the entirety of Madonna's "Crazy For You" to my voice mail. It was a guy, with nasal, more or less tuneful voice and a slight accent, possibly Hispanic. WTF?!

Wouldn't it be funny if it were the same person, who, fifteen years ago, plastered up a flyer on a signal box at the corner of River Rd. and Willard Ave. that said "Petra, I still haven't forgotten you." I never found out who had done that, or even if I was the Petra it referred to (though really, how many other people around here have my name?).