Locard’s Exchange Principle and Books, a guest post by Carmella Van Vleet

A while back, I got a Facebook message out of the blue from someone asking me if I was the Carmella who went to St. Elizabeth School in Kansas City, Missouri in 1970-something. This person was a classmate of mine from 4th grade, but, sadly, I didn’t remember who she was. Don’t feel too badly for her, though. I remember little from my time in fourth-grade. In fact, I can count my memories on one hand:

During recess, my friends and I would suck the nectar out of the honeysuckle that grew on the edge of the blacktop.

There was a girl named Kimberly. I remember her mostly because I thought she had a pretty name and I wished it was mine. She came from a large, Catholic family. This fascinated me because I had only one brother. The other one didn’t come along until later.