Jelly bean o-rama

We went to Fairfield today to take the free Jelly Belly Factory Tour. It lasts about 40 minutes and you get to look down on the factory floor at about ten million jelly beans. However, the factory only runs 5 days a week so it was quiet down there today.

On the way there we were flipping around the radio and found a station that was playing the "Essential" (i.e. fairly complete, but excluding "Revolution #9") Beatles from A to Z. So we were listening and having fun trying to guess what song would be coming next - from Happiness is a Warm Gun to Hello Goodbye to Help to Helter Skelter to Here Comes the Sun, on and on. On the way back they were playing "Love Me Do" and we were trying to think whether there was anything between that and "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds." I asked Dan whether the Beatles ever wrote a song about lox and he pointed out they were from Liverpool, not Brooklyn. (As it turned out, "Lovely Rita" was in between.)

This link lists all of them in alphabetical order. There were definitely some they skipped, such as Doctor Robert. Instead we went straight into Don't Let Me Down. We would have preferred Dr. Robert.

In other news, the sister of a classmate of Owen's was hit by a car and very seriously injured while riding her bike home from school on Friday. Scary. Apparently her helmet saved her life, but her ankle is broken in multiple places and she had various other bruises and so forth.

I just finished An Arsonist's Guide to Writers' Homes in New England, which is a funny pseudo-mystery about a guy who accidentally burns down the Emily Dickinson house and inadvertently kills 2 people inside, goes to jail, and then when he gets out a lot of other writers' homes start burning down and he is trying to figure out who is behind it. While he was in jail he got a whole lot of letters from people all over New England asking him to get out and burn down another one. E.g, Please come burn down Robert Frost's house; I live across the street and I'm tired of people parking in front of my driveway. That kind of thing.