I think Middlebrow and I were discussing broken bones over pints Guiness at the newish Irish Pub-like restaurant thing here in good old SLC. He recounted his benign-tumor caused basketball break, and friend Jeff told his tale of woe and intrigue of breaking his arm twice. I then recounted my strange little story of breaking my arm, but refusing to tell anyone for fear of punishment.
"You know we should have a zine devoted to broken bone stories," Mid-B concluded. I was going to mention the ill-fated WASH (at one time a would-be real-life 'zine that more into a would-be online 'zine--neither really took off) at that point, but decided to let it pass. I'm still interested in making a 'zine such as WASH (and maybe even call it that still), but perhaps it is better just to have you, gentle reader, recount a story of broken bone(s) on your own blogilatination.
Post your URL in the comments. Remember it should be a tale of bones broken--bones.