The winnah!
“Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana,
Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York or Rome,
But Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
My home sweet home!”
I always thought this tune by Meredith Willson in The Music Man was so ludicrous — since Gary has been, for decades, at or near the job of the list of cities with high per-capita murder rates. But guess what? Gary has been edged out by our own fair city for 2006.
(Man — there’s just SO much to write about today. There’s even some action on the Northshore, if one cares to look. Well, not actually LOOK, but — well, you know.)
I guess I could have combined this with the entry on Dollar Bill Jefferson, but what fun is that? Murder and white (giggle)-collar crime are two different categories and, besides, lighting caught the mansion up the street on fire yesterday so my brain is a little addled. Ah’m gittin’ th’ vapuhs.
So, as the song says, Gary, Indiana, is “NOT Louisiana.”,
Nope. Statistically, at least in 2006, it was safer.
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Someone mentioned a story that stated that the murder rate exceeded the growth rate…or is exceeding our growth rate. I couldn’t find anything to verify that but it seems like something that would be hard to quantify with the migrant workers and people evacuated coming back. But there isn’t much I wouldn’t believe about the crime rate. Even with ridiculous population estimates those other cities didn’t stand a chance.
Bill Jefferson? 235 years? I hope he gets them all. I hate that fuck.
heh heh, forgot to close my html tag and messed it all up. I didn’t mean for that much emphasis.
lol…I’m an idiot.
HA HA!!!