The glorious DNA

This is a story I heard on This American Life over the weekend. It makes me thankful for DNA, ponder how certain I would be in the same circumstances, and sorry for the families that were involved. I know I am nothing but a depressing blogster lately, but I cannot avoid this human condition. It is all that swims in my tiny little head. Join me in being so so thankful for fingerprints, DNA, digital cameras and all the sweet niceties of today that would make this scenario difficult to recreate.