I believe Shakespeare did a play about a guy who suffered a fate very similar to the fate that would befall you at this dinner party.

Out of curiosity, do you happen to know a man named Brutus?

I live in Anchorage, AK. Why do I get Amber Alerts for Barrow. They’re 900 miles away, not on the road system, and if the kidnapper and victim fled by any means other than plane they’re likely dead.

As in the kind of dead where a paleontologist will write a paper about finding a tiny piece of their mangled remains in a pile of fossilized polar bear shit a millennia from now.

Just about every Amber alert I’ve ever gotten has been that kind of utterly useless.