The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Annals of Crime #6

Original Caption:

Ends Shooting Spree.

Allison, Iowa -- Ronnie Loughlin, 15-year-old altar boy, sits handcuffed after surrendering to police at Allison on Sept. 4th. The youth had killed one woman in a shooting spree, and kidnaped a second whom he held hostage during a 5-hour ride through South Dakota, Minnesota, and Iowa. "I just went berserk, I guess," he told authorities. (1955)


richat said...

Really striking, this. 1955 and young people were going off the rails even then. Wow.

Brent McKee said...

Oh I suspect that young people have been going off the rails since there have been young people. And adults have been finding things to blame it on for just about as long. I'm willing to be that young Mr. Loughlin's rampage was blamed on Comic Books (see the book Seduction Of The Innocent if you can find a copy) because at some point he probably read comic books, or maybe the movies. In the '30s and '40s it was violent radio shows like Gangbusters. Today it's TV and rock music, and probably the Internet. The more things change...