From Pine View Farm

No Leg To Stand On 4

Oh, my.

A man who bought a smoker Tuesday at an auction of abandoned items might have thought twice had he looked inside first.

Maiden police said the man opened up the smoker and saw what he thought was a piece of driftwood wrapped in paper. When he unwrapped it, he found a human leg, cut off 2 to 3 inches above the knee.

The smoker had been sold at an auction of items left behind at a storage facility, so investigators contacted the mother and son who had rented the space where the smoker was found.

The mother, Peg Steele, explained her son had his leg amputated after a plane crash and kept the leg following the surgery “for religious reasons” she doesn’t know much about.

I’m no lawyer (that’s how I can dare to make posts about morality), but it sounds to me as if he bought the leg fair and square.

Now he does have a leg to stand on.

But I think I’ll be making my own barbecue for a while.



  1. Opie

    October 1, 2007 at 8:05 pm

    This is nothing new to a newshound like Frank, but in the media, when reporters come across a story that is expected to provide further revelations beyond just one news cycle and maybe hold people’s attention for a week or more, they say the story “has legs.”

  2. Karen

    October 2, 2007 at 7:02 am

    I wonder if it’s the same religion that has parents wanting to keep the placenta after a woman gives birth? (As my stomach turns at the thought of it!)

  3. Frank

    October 3, 2007 at 4:03 pm

    I did some research (=two minutes of googling) and can’t find any reference to a major religion that expects parents to keep the placenta.

    Frankly, I think some of that stuff has more to do with some contemporary mothers who act like no one has ever given birth before.

    It’s like those Baby on Boardsigns–are they warnings or boasts?

  4. Karen

    October 4, 2007 at 6:49 am

    It isn’t a major religion, very off the wall. Come to think of it, I think I heard something about Tom Cruise & that subject. Don’t know. May be having a “Phelps” moment, as my son would tell me.