Freaky Lindbergh Baby

When I was little, my father used to take me to the John Dillinger Museum in Nashville, Indiana. The museum was dedicated to the life and death of the famous gangster who was born and raised in central Indiana. I don't remember too much about the Dillinger exhibit except that there were bloody garments which were worn by Dillinger the day he was killed. One thing has always stuck in my head about that museum: the freaky Lindbergh baby.

Now, when I say that I went to this museum when I was little, I mean I was around five years old. So I naturally identified with the portion of the museum dedicated to the "Crime of the Century" (remember, this is pre-OJ Simpson, right?), all about the Lindbergh Baby kidnapping. I have always remembered vividly the images of the curly-topped child peering back at me in black and white. Next to these images were the pictures of the convicted kidnapper and murderer, Bruno Hauptmann, sitting in the electric chair. These are amazing things to keep tucked in the back of your mind...

The other night before heading off to sleep, I decided I would inbibe a brew and watch some History Channel. The program was about the Lindbergh Baby kidnapping. It was amazing, to see all of the old photos flashed upon the screen that I remembered from the Dillinger museum twenty some years ago. What I soon realized is, the freaky Lindbergh Baby and beer do not mix. I swear I have thought about that baby thirty times a day for past week. It's really creeping me out. For those of you who don't know the Lindbergh Baby, look him up. It's a sad tale. But whatever you do, don't look him up if you've been drinking.

As a side bar, I looked up the Dillinger Museum on the net. It looks as if the Museum has been closed in Nashville since 1999 and has moved up north to Hammond, Indiana. I cannot confirm this as I have not been to Nashville in ten years. If any one has any info, shoot me a line.