Home is where the....gnome is?

I actually like the little town I grew up in. A joke I stole so long ago I cannot even remember who I stole it from goes something like "St. Helens...it's a nice place to live but I wouldn't want to visit there." And it is true...I loved living there, but if my brothers and Dad did not live there I doubt I would ever darken the doors to enter there again...metaphorically speaking, of course.

Unless I needed a garden gnome.

In case the article is no longer there, the senior class of 2007 absconded with a large number of garden gnomes and put them in the school. I will freely admit...as senior pranks go, this one is pretty funny. And original. No toilet papering, silly stringing, etc... oh, sure, it is still illegal (stealing garden gnomes is a crime?), but relatively harmless. And to be sure, the 60 homeless gnomes now need a shelter, but it is still pretty funny.

What I want to know is why they felt compelled to get gnomes all the way from Astoria? That sounds dangerous as far as transportation needs. Did they use some sort of protective packaging? I hope they use foam to bring the gnome home.

And with that horrific line...we are done.