Fishing, S'mores & Chocolate... Why?

I think I have a bridge to sell these good folks...

Colorado Has Song in Its Heart, and Not Drugs on Its Mind
New York Times: March 14, 2007

DENVER, March 13 — The Colorado General Assembly wants to be quite clear on this point: When the singer-songwriter John Denver praised the joys of Colorado and sang about “friends around the campfire, and everybody’s high,” in 1972, he was not referring to illicit drugs. Definitely not. Don’t even think it. The high in question, lawmakers say, is really about nature and the great outdoors — the tingly feeling you get after a nice hike, perhaps.

“A high is medically the releasing of endorphins in the brain — yes, drugs cause it, but so do lots of other things,” said State Senator Bob Hagedorn, a Democrat from the suburbs of Denver who successfully led the drive on Monday to make Mr. Denver’s anthem “Rocky Mountain High” Colorado’s second state song. The tune will have joint status with “Where the Columbines Grow,” which pretty much everyone agrees is about flowers.

“We could be talking about guys who’ve been fishing all day, or kids pigging out on s’mores, with the chocolate,” Senator Hagedorn said, referring to other endorphin-producing activities. “If I thought there was anything in that song about the use of drugs or encouraging the use of drugs, I would never have run the resolution.”

Scientification-

The Reverend and some others have been writing about science lately, which made me think of this classic letter. It's been around the internet for a few years so some of you may have read it already, but I always get a chuckle out of it.

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Smithsonian Institute
207 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20078

Dear Mr. Williams:

Thank you for your latest submission to the Institute, labeled "93211-D, layer seven, next to the clothesline post...Hominid skull."

We have given this specimen a careful and detailed examination, and regret to inform you that we disagree with your theory that it represents conclusive proof of the presence of Early Man in Charleston County two million years ago.

Rather, it appears that what you have found is the head of a Barbie doll, of the variety that one of our staff, who has small children, believes to be "Malibu Barbie."

It is evident that you have given a great deal of thought to the analysis of this specimen, and you may be quite certain that those of us who are familiar with your prior work in the field were loathe to come to contradiction with your findings. However, we do feel that there are a number of physical attributes of the specimen which might have tipped you off to its modern origin:

1. The material is molded plastic. Ancient hominid remains are typically fossilized bone.

2. The cranial capacity of the specimen is approximately 9 cubic centimeters, well below the threshold of even the earliest identified proto-homonids.

3. The dentition pattern evident on the skull is more consistent with the common domesticated dog than it is with the ravenous man-eating Pliocene clams you speculate roamed the wetlands during that time.

This latter finding is certainly one of the most intriguing hypotheses you have submitted in your history with this institution, but the evidence seems to weigh rather heavily against it. Without going into too much detail, let us say that:

A. The specimen looks like the head of a Barbie doll that a dog has chewed on.

B. Clams don't have teeth.

It is with feelings tinged with melancholy that we must deny your request to have the specimen carbon-dated. This is partially due to the heavy load our lab must bear in its normal operation, and partly due to carbon-dating's notorious inaccuracy in fossils of recent geologic record. To the best of our knowledge, no Barbie dolls were produced prior to 1956 AD, and carbon-dating is likely to produce wildly inaccurate results.

Sadly, we must also deny your request that we approach the National Science Foundation Phylogeny Department with the concept of assigning your specimen the scientific name Australopithecus spiff-arino.

Speaking personally, I, for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn't really sound like it might be Latin.

However, we gladly accept your generous donation of this fascinating specimen to the museum. While it is undoubtedly not a Hominid fossil, it is, nonetheless, yet another riveting example of the great body of work you seem to accumulate here so effortlessly. You should know that our Director has reserved a special shelf in his own office for the display of the specimens you have previously submitted to the Institution, and the entire staff speculates daily on what you will happen upon next in your digs at the site you have discovered in your Newport back yard.

We eagerly anticipate your trip to our nation's capital that you proposed in your last letter, and several of us are pressing the Director to pay for it. We are particularly interested in hearing you expand on your theories surrounding the trans-positating fillifitation of ferrous ions in a structural matrix that makes the excellent juvenile Tyrannosaurus rex femur you recently discovered take on the deceptive appearance of a rusty 9-mm Sears Craftsman automotive crescent wrench.

Yours in Science,

Harvey Rowe
Chief Curator- Antiquities

Monday, Monday...

Today we are featuring a return of our once-popular Monday, Monday feature, a reminder to our office-bound comrades that, no matter how crappy your job is, there are people out there who have it worse...



Speaking of crappy work- according to news reports today, Mayan priests at a sacred Iximche archaeological site in Guatemala are going to have to cleanse the site to restore its' "peace and harmony" after The Decider's visit today.

On the other hand, you could be the CEO of Dick Cheney's company Halliburton, and be moving to the completely tax-free, Riviera-of-the-Middle East country of Dubai, just in time to be out of the United States when they start those pesky Congressional hearings into overcharges and fraud in Iraq Reconstruction contracts.

Surf's up!

The Last Deathly Grip of Winter-

Somebody stole an hour's worth of sleep from me last night, but that's ok, because I was about done with Winter anyway. I'm not big into wintertime sports, and I very much do not ski. My one experience skiing was about 20 years ago when a "friend" who was also a ski instructor decided that the quickest way to teach me was to strap a pair of skis on my feet, drag me to the top of a local mountain only slightly smaller than the Matterhorn, point me down over the edge of a 80-degree downhill slope and push me off.

Well, perhaps I exaggerate a bit. But I'm no fan of heights, and it looked to me as if we were high enough up to be in danger of getting whacked by a passing Space Shuttle. And then there was my question of "once you get going, how do you stop?" to which my helpful friend replied that usually you hit something.

I have not been near a ski slope since. My wife used to cross-country ski, and if we had had snow for more than a few weeks this year I might have tried it. Maybe next year. But downhill skiing, no way. While I was frantically tobaggoning down that slope on my keister those many years ago, I thought I saw Death ski past me, and I know he's still out there on a slope someplace, lurking...

Too Much Book-Larning is a Dangerous Thing-

THE RARE BOOK CATALOGER’S DILEMMA


I’ve done a little research,
I just had to take a look,
Beyond the jacket blurbings,
Of this used hardcover book.

I want to share my keen excitement!
I want to share insightful views!
I want to tell prospective buyers,
Why this book’s the latest news!

Then I found one minor problem;
I discovered as I read,
That it seems, every so often,
Some things are better left... unsaid.

What to add, and what to leave out,
And with my customers be square?
I don’t want to be evasive-
But should I (for instance) share-

That the author was a drunkard?
That the author was a bum?
That he liked to catch live sparrows,
And then pickle them in rum?

That he took his neighbor Kelso,
And his auntie from up north,
And served them both as Bar-b-que
Just last July the fourth?

That the “facts” with which the author
Made his point and raked in loot,
Are, as I write, the subject of
a defamation suit?

That the drawings are just ghastly?
That the photographs are worse?
And on the title (in purple marker)
Someone’s penned an obscene verse?

That the whole book looks quite moldy?
And it appears at some past time,
That someone used it as a coaster,
For a glass or two of slime?

That the grammar is atrocious?
That the text block smells of pee?
That after holding it ten seconds,
I get odd throbbings in my knee?

That the publisher’s a Klansman?
That the covers both are gone?
And that there are nine-hundred copies,
For sale on Amazon.com?

While I yearn for full disclosure,
Too much info makes some vexed;
It might be better if I just write-
“Used copy - classic text”.

Banning Makes the World Go Round...

Everybody sing- Banning Makes the World go Round, the World Go Round, the World Go Round- Banning Makes the World Go Round, It Makes the World Go Round!

Hamas bans Palestinian book

By Mohammed Daraghmeh and Dalia Nammari
Associated Press | March 6, 2007

RAMALLAH, West Bank -- The Hamas-run Education Ministry has ordered an anthology of Palestinian folk tales pulled from school libraries, reportedly over mild sexual innuendo, the most direct attempt by the Islamic militants to impose their beliefs on Palestinian society.

The book ban angered and worried many Palestinians, who have feared that Hamas would use its victory in last year's election to remake the Palestinian territories according to its hard-line interpretation of Islam.

The 400-page anthology of 45 folk tales narrated by Palestinian women was first published in English in 1989 by the University of California at Berkeley. It was put together by Sharif Kanaana, a novelist and anthropology professor at the West Bank's Bir Zeit University, and by Ibrahim Muhawi, a teacher of Arabic literature and the theory of translation.

Kanaana said yesterday he believes "The Little Bird," a story in a chapter titled "Sexual Awakening and Courtship," was among reasons the book was banned because it mentions private parts. In their notes, the authors say that the bird in the story is a symbol of femininity and that sexual subjects are a principal source of humor in Palestinian folklore.

West Bank novelist Zakariya Mohammed said he feared Hamas's decision to ban the book "Speak Bird, Speak Again" was only the beginning and urged intellectuals to act. "If we don't stand up to the Islamists now, they won't stop confiscating books, songs, and folklore," he said.

Education Minister Nasser Shaer confirmed that the ministry ordered the book pulled from the school libraries, saying it is "full of clear sexual expressions."

However, Shaer denied the books were destroyed.

A senior ministry official, speaking on condition of anonymity because he is not authorized to discuss the issue with reporters, said 1,500 copies of the book had been pulled from school libraries and destroyed.

Hanan Ashrawi, an independent lawmaker and former Cabinet minister, said the decision to pull the book was "outrageous."

"If this is what is to come, it is extremely alarming," she said.

With Hamas slated to retain the Education Ministry under a power-sharing agreement with the more secular Fatah Party, Ashrawi called for creation of an independent body to deal with arts and education.

"Education and culture and social issues should not be handled by anybody that has a closed, ideological, doctrinal attitude," she said. "It should be in the hands of professionals."

Since taking office last year, Hamas, which advocates an Islamic Palestinian state, has largely shied away from trying to force its mores on Palestinian society. Some analysts speculated the group was too busy trying to deal with international sanctions and keep its government from collapsing to focus on banning alcohol or other similar measures.

However, in recent months Hamas-controlled ministries have begun forcing women to put on head scarves to enter. And two years ago, Hamas officials in the West Bank town of Qalqiliya sparked fears of a culture crackdown by banning a local music festival, saying the mingling of men and women at
such an event was forbidden by Islam.

In a letter sent to the Nablus school district last month, the Education Ministry said "Speak Bird, Speak Again" must be removed within a week. The letter did not explain why the book was considered objectionable.

Excerpts of the letter were read to the Associated Press by a Nablus school official who spoke on condition of anonymity for fear of retribution.

The book was first published in English. A French version, published by UNESCO, followed in 1997, and an Arabic edition in 2001, said Kanaana, who lives in Ramallah. After the Arabic edition was published, the Palestinian Culture Ministry requested 3,000 copies and had them distributed in schools, Kanaana said.

Kanaana said another of the 45 tales also contained what some might consider vague sexual innuendo . "This is our heritage; this is our life," he said of the stories.

Happy Fun Things!

I know every generation thinks that the next generation is going to Hell in a handbasket, but this time it's true. Just look at kids today- coddled and shielded from the Realities of Life.

Now back in the 50s (which is a bit before my time, but it's close enough for horseshoes) kids dealt with Reality, and it was FUN, DAMMIT.

Take, for instance, everyone's favorite 50s kids, the Happy Hollisters. Ok, ok, I didn't read them either, I was a Hardy Boys kids, but that's not the point. The point is that sports-loving Pete, peppy Pam, lanky Ricky, tomboy Holly, rompy Sue and their little dog Global Annihilati-, um, "White Nose", really knew how to have a Good Time-


Remember boys and girls- like Ronny Reagan said- Missiles are Happy Fun Things!

30,000 Gallons of Green, Vegetable-Based Food Dye...

It’s going to be Saint Patrick’s Day soon, and since it involves food and beer, it’s one of the Book Elves favorite holidays. They’ve always thrown a big party to celebrate, but after last year’s “mishap”, and the ensuing court costs, they decided to do a dry run a few weeks ahead of time this year.

Now here’s the thing- it’s never a good idea to pair the phrases “Book Elves’ party preparations” and “30,000 gallons of green, vegetable-based food coloring”, especially if you live within a quarter mile of the Connecticut River...

But before the squadron of helicopters from the EPA Rapid Response SWAT Team descended and started fingerprinting everyone, the Book Elves finished this new catalog of books-

"RECENT ACQUISITIONS for March, 2007" is now available on our website or in printed format. It features 201 books and catalogs on furniture, silver, ceramics, glass, textiles, art, architecture and related fields, with highlights including-

-A nice 1782 book of decorative cyphers for silversmiths & engravers.

-Several important 19th century color books by George Field.

-A lovely Victorian facsimile of a 1677 London Merchant directory.

-A 1698 catalog of ancient Egyptian amulets.

-A 1750 poem about raising silkworms, with a marvelous engraved frontispiece.

-An important 1837 book of designs for gate houses and lodges, owned by a founder of the Boston Society of Arts & Crafts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's nephew!).

-An uncommon 1862 collection of Renaissance silver designs.

-A fascinating and detailed 1840s survey of trades and manufactures in Britain.

-and much, much more!

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This month's catalog also has a special feature on fakes, forgeries and frauds, a topic which has always fascinated me.

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We’ve finally begun to get some Winter weather here at Foggygates, with several snow storms in the last three weeks. As soon as it gets cold enough for the local bears to start hibernating, we put bird feeders out in the side yard and by the back deck. (We know it’s time to take them away in the Spring when we find one of the pole feeders flattened and ripped up by the bear, but that’s another story).

At this time of year we have a huge crowd of birds at the feeders, from early in the morning until dusk. But the three pairs of cardinals, several woodpeckers, bunches of wrens, finches, doves and other assorted little birds (plus half a dozen fat squirrels) are now being joined on a regular basis by a young red-tailed hawk. He first showed up a week or so ago, sitting in the tall tree behind the carriage house, and has lately taken to sitting on the railing of the deck, or in the small fruit tree we hang the feeders on just beside it. I am afraid he may not be here for the seeds...

Geeky Monday-

Back when I was in Middle School (6th-8th grade) I was one of those science fiction geeks. I still like sci-fi, I just don't have a lot of time to read it these days. But back then my friends and I were all into it- Arthur C. Clarke was our favorite, along with Asimov, Heinlein, you know, all the greats. We also watched Space 1999 and the old, original Star Trek shows on the uhf channels. And then there was the immortal "Science Fiction Book Club"...

In Concord, our middle school offered something called "mini-courses", a period when teachers could teach about something they enjoyed- gardening, chess, yoga, the Civil War, whatever. The "mini-courses" lasted a marking quarter, and a period was set aside for them at the same time each day, four days a week. Most courses were held either once or twice a week, so you signed up for several different mini-courses each quarter.

One quarter my friend Marc and I persuaded Mrs. Lewis, our 7th grade English teacher, to sponsor us to hold our own mini-course, called the "Science-Fiction Book Club". We arranged to use our Social Studies teacher's room to meet. The only problem was that we did all this after the printer's deadline for the booklet which described the upcoming mini-courses, so "Science Fiction Book Club" was not listed in it. Our course was announced, with several other late-comers, during morning announcememts for several days before sign-up.

When sign-up time came around, Mrs. Lewis's whole room filled up, and the she got up and said-

"We have two courses to sign up for here today. Everyone who is here to sign up for my "Word Games" course, please stay where you are. Everyone signing up for the "Science Fiction Book Club", please go over and sit at the table with Marc and Forrest."

And everybody looked over at us...

and nobody moved.

Actually, it all worked out fine. We had an entire room to ourselves for two periods a week for the whole quarter, and we both signed each other off as having "passed" the course the first day, so we just sat there and read Asimov and Clarke the whole time.

But I'll never forget that entire classroom of our schoolmates, mostly girls, looking over at us as we sat, alone at our table that afternoon. Bugs under microscopes have my profound sympathy...

I remembered that incident when I was unpacking a box of books yesterday and ran across a 1950s Sci-Fi magazine cover which expresses every Middle School Sci-Fi geeks real dream-

Gimme That Old Time Religion-

A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however, that they are copying from copies, not the original manuscripts. So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this, pointing out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The head monk says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."

So, the head monk goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original. Hours go by and nobody sees him.

Finally, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. Hearing sobbing coming from the back of the cellar, he finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books crying. He asks the old monk what's wrong.

In a choked voice came the reply-

"The word is celebrate."

Beam Me Up, Scotty. They're Done Down Here-

Isn't it sweet when the High Moralists start getting all hot and bothered?

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Livingston Daily Press and Argus

The office of U.S. Attorney Stephen J. Murphy has forwarded a complaint about inappropriate books assigned to Howell High School students to the FBI, a spokeswoman for Murphy said. Gina Bilaya said that while the referral is routine, it also indicates that Murphy is taking the complaint seriously.

Vicki Fyke of the Livingston Organization for Values in Education made the complaint, alleging that assignments of books by Richard Wright, Pulitzer winner Toni Morrison and Kurt Vonnegut violate laws against distribution of pornography to minors because they contain depictions of sex and rape, and obscene language. "The Freedom Writers Diary" by Erin Gruwell is also named by Fyke.

Fyke's complaint also went to county prosecutor David Morse and Michigan Attorney General Mike Cox. Morse said he is finishing reading the books and hopes to have a decision by Monday.

Morse said one of the main issues is whether or not the books meet the legal definition of pornography, which includes books that only appeal to readers' prurient interest in sex, and have no literary or educational value. He said the books must be considered as a whole to make that determination, which is why he wants to finish reading them first.

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OK, on the one hand, one is tempted to say, well, at least he's reading them. But "taking the complain seriously"? Richard Wright? Kurt Vonnegut? Toni Morrison?

Are we on Candid Camera?

These are not pornographic authors -end of discussion. Or it should be. You may disagree with their politics, but there is not any question of their legitimacy as serious authors, under the letter of the law, which is where the U.S. Attorney should be operating. But instead the U.S. Attorney turned the case over to the FBI, as if the FBI has nothing at all better to do than try and figure out if Toni Morrison is a serious author. But that's not all- U.S. Attorney Murphy, who apparently thinks the FBI's time is best spent deciding whether Richard Wright writes "smut" or not, has been nominated by the President for a seat on the U.S. Court of Appeals.

That will make me sleep better tonight.

Is That a Rocket in Your Pocket?

Dr. Seuss hailed from our own Springfield, Massachusetts, and it's his birthday, so there have been a number of articles in the papers about his career and his books. Most of his books were quite popular, and those are the ones they talk about because hey, nobody wants to talk about failure, eh? But there were some Dr. Seuss books that didn't sell very well, and so I wanted to take a moment to share a few of those titles from my own collection of-

"Dr. Seuss Books That Never Made It"

Horton Hires a Ho.

Who Shat on Pat?

Son of Sam I am.

The Cat in the Blender.

The Fox in Socks and the Garter Belt.

Popping Caps on Mulberry Street.

The Cat in the Hat's Obscene Limerick Book.

Bartholmew Cubbins Gets a Restraining Order.

Green Eggs that Glow.

Oh, the Places You'll Sniff!

One Fish, Two Fish, Red fish, and Mommy's microwave.

Yertle the Turtle and the Tractor Trailer.

Dr. Seuss's Methamphetamine Book.

The Little Snitch Who Squealed.

The Lorax Gets Sent to Gitmo.

Are You My Parole Officer?

How the Grinch and the Secular Humanist Democrat Congress Stole Christmas.

Pop Goes Postal.

Windows-

Cissy Strut was writing about the view out her window in Sidney last week (and a great view it is). That made me start thinking about various places I've lived and the views I could see from them. I've been pretty lucky in that all but one or two had decent views. Of course, that wasn't simply chance, it is something I tend to seek out.



Our current house, "Foggygates", is sited so that we get nice views at both ends of the day. This is the view looking east- sunrise is often spectacularly-hued, and this is also where the fog comes from when it comes up from the river and rolls across the fields. This is that view after a snowstorm last year.

The silent winter fog steals in,
River’s breath, the color of gin;
Creeping, peeking,
Oozing, sneaking,
Stealing through the iron branches;
Icy water drip drip drip.

The barn was there,
And now it’s gone;
Smothered, swallowed, by the gauze.
Silvery, silken puffs just linger;
Cottony death,
with ice-cold fingers.

Now up above
The sun cracks through,
Shooting golden, molten hues
Cotton ghosts dissolve and flee,
Barn and tree and I are free
To see the last cold fingers die.

While overhead
the first hawks fly.


At the other end of the day, the sunsets are almost always worth watching-

Whose at Bat?

So- I'm walking by the living room door fifteen minutes ago and I hear some odd noises- so I go in and find both of our cats happily dismembering a live bat* in the middle of the oriental rug.

sigh...

The week's going to get better, right, Batgirl?

*yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Rabies. Here's the thing about rabies- it will kill you. Quick. A year and half ago we moved from the city (where the only live bats are in the hands of the Boston Red Sox) to the country, with loft and a barn, where we have hundreds of them all over the fucking place. So wthin six months I had an "encounter" with one. Rabies shots. Here's the thing about rabies shots these days- no big deal. Back when I was a kid we all heard the stories- they come at you with a 5-foot needle, 3 inches around. Not now. They are no sweat at all. If you think you need one - get it. It beats the alternative.

However, this being 2007 Amerikkka, that's not all. Here's the REST OF THE STORY-

Here in America we are not a civilized nation, so you buy your own fucking health insurance. Just a freaking MONTH before my "encounter" wid' de bat, I had changed my plan from the "gilt-edged" (to quote our Resident Asshole) plan, to one with a deductible, for a savings of $200 a quarter, or $800 a year. Hey, what the Hell? I'm 44, never use it anyway, what could go wrong?

So, a month after saving $800, it turns out that rabies shots (you need 5) cost $3000 each. Ok, that's not my bill, but I get hit with deductibles for about $1200... net loss on the year- $400.

You see- this is why I sell rare books. Books, I have a clue. Can make you money. Anything else to do with money- chuck it down the toilet.

And as I write our cats (rabies vaccinated) are chewing the remains of the bat on the rug.

I think we'll get that cleaned tomorow.

Breaking News! Jesus, with Extra Cheese...

I don't want anyone saying you don't get the latest news here. You may have thought the latest news is that James Cameron claims to have found Jesus' tomb last week. Well phooey on James Cameron. Here's some real news-

from Metro.co.uk-


Devout churchgoers have begun worshipping a pizza pan - after claiming the Virgin Mary has appeared amid the melted cheese, tomato and pepperoni.

Dinner ladies at a school in Texas discovered what they took to be Mary's image on the base of a cooking tray. Sceptics may say it looks like little more than a random, formless stain.

But after fevered scrubbing failed to shift it, rumour spread of a divine apparation - and now pilgrims have been flocking to a makeshift shrine in the tray's honour.

School canteen worker Guadalupe Rodriguez, who first spotted the mark on Ash Wednesday, said: 'On the third rinse I started watching it, trying to discover what it was. 'It showed to me like it is the Virgin Mary.' Pupil Anel Villareal said: 'They said, "The Virgin is in the cafeteria" and I ran over there to see. 'My God, it was the Virgin. I cried when I see her with my own eyes.'

A shrine, with the tray at its centre, has now been set up outside the home of a parent teacher association member, but others are claiming they should have custody.


UPDATE- PIZZA JESUS CUSTODY BATTLE

(2/26/07 - KTRK/HOUSTON) - There's a custody battle underway over a pizza pan that some says bears a vision of the Virgin Mary. The pan has attracted national attention, and brought in hundreds of faithful from around the area hoping to see a miracle. But the pan has returned to where it originated -- Pugh Elementary School in east Houston.

This was to be the day the cafeteria worker from Pugh Elementary was to be given the pan in question -- the one that she discovered with the image on it. That's what HISD had planned to do, but late Monday afternoon things changed a lot. Now the pan is back under lock and key at the school until a solution to a very sensitive issue can be worked out.

Since Ash Wednesday, a pan has been on display outside a Denver Harbor home. The school baking sheet is ordinary except for the image that some people say is the Virgin Mary. Behind the scenes, though, there was a tug of war. The cafeteria wanted the tray back and the PTA mothers wanted it left in the neighborhood. On Monday afternoon, HISD called.

PTA President Dora Otero said, "Taking it back to the school. They want it back to the school, so we're going to take it back to the school." And so they did -- marching through the street, women singing and carrying roses. They reluctantly delivered the tray to Pugh Elementary.

The tray, we're told, is being kept out of view in the school office. A local church is said to have been asked for guidance on where the pan belongs. For now, though, the tray is out of view and that bothers at least one parent.

"Then nobody sees it," worried parent Fabiola Salinas. "They already locked it up in the office and they were asking, 'Can we see it again?' They were told no. So that is my concern."

Technically the tray is HISD property. The school district would not appear on camera to discuss the sensitive situation.