My ex-best friend was a mass murderer. He didn't shoot up a high school with an assault rifle, but same idea. We grew up together in Wisconsin. His name was Ruth, because his mother wanted a girl and named him after an aunt of hers. Ruth was never any good in school, but later when we got jobs, he turned out to be a computer whiz - which I guess explains his choice of weapon. Besides blues and single malt, Ruth's other big passion was genealogy. He had this theory that if people learned about their history - the culture and traditions that get thrown in the trash when immigrants come over...