Normally I don’t read the newspaper; I prefer skimming Twitter for interesting headlines. For local stories I have my next-door-neighbor, so why take the paper? I was sitting at the phlebotomist to get some routine bloodwork done when I saw an abandoned paper on the seat near mine, folded open, and the headline caught my eye: South Asian Man Found in Niagara Whirlpool.
A South Asian male, as yet unidentified, was found in the Niagara Whirlpool Thursday morning by two fisherman. Authorities suspect foul play, but have released no further details.
And that was all. The Niagara Whirlpool, if you don’t know, is like a garbage collector, and the recently-deceased often spend time there, as in a kind-of purgatory, waiting to be released by the whims of current to float down the river through the gorge, seeking release to their final resting place along the shores of Lake Ontario.
During the spring, for those of you who enjoy the macabre, those who perished by falling through the ice on Lake Erie during ice fishing season will make their way through the whirlpool sorting system, most of whom are eventually identified by self-appointed amateur body spotters. Suicides likewise.
The mafia, if there is such a thing, has been known to use the whirlpool as an unemployment office; those are the more interesting stories. From those stories, I know that local authorities never tip their hand like this, namely that they know foul play was involved, so it must have been somehow obvious. The reporter hadn’t been curious enough to ask for details from the two fishermen who found the body. A South Asian man, murdered and dumped?
I should ask around.