Another Wedding, Another Wolfman 

Off to the wedding of my friend Kurt, one of the guys I've pretty much known forever. Should be a good time. However, weddings make me feel old. It wasn't too long ago that we were building forts in his attic and eating 3 for a $1 hot dogs at Four Corners.

Four Corners is sort of gone, moved around the corner into a bigger, slightly more upscale version of the snack shack we grew up with. Obviously the forts are gone, replaced by stereo equipment and HDTVs (something Kurt and I share an affinity for).

Somethings, however, don't change. Our home town's resident nutjob, "The Wolfman", made the news again today, this time for exposing himself. Since the Worcester Telegram and Gazette sucks and takes their articles off-line after a day (or, at least they used to), I'll quote the fun parts.

Donald T. Bornholz, 53, known by his neighbors as “The Wolfman” because they say he howls at the moon, has been unnerving Ms. Nunnari and other residents in his neighborhood for as long as many of them can remember. He was arrested Wednesday, for the second time this week, after police received reports that he was exposing himself to neighbors. ... The two empty lots are now littered with “keep out” and “no trespassing” signs, as well as Mr. Bornholz’s eclectic mix of personal belongings. They include a beach umbrella, rat traps, sneakers, an embroidered pillow that reads “kind words conquer,” boxer shorts decorated with the text “uniformity is boring,” collections of pennies and two suit coats hung from a tree.

“He’s been sleeping outside,” said Ms. Nunnari, who lives next door to Mr. Bornholz. “He went to jail last winter, but I think he did it on purpose because he couldn’t live outside.”

Maybe I don't feel so old after all.

P.S. Congrats Kurt and Trish

P.P.S. Seriously, I grew up in a town with a guy they call The Wolfman.