mummified_human_toe epitome of incomprehensibility If you turned on CBC Radio 1 at 7:37 this morning, as I did, you might have been greeted by these words. The story: someone stole a mummified human toe from a Dawson (Yukon) bar that put this toe in a cocktail. Fortunately, the thief apologized and mailed it back. Funny, too: I was just at a poetry reading on Tuesday when one of the readers mentioned that her story about the Sour Toe Cocktail (that's what it's called) had been included in a soon-to-be-launched Canadian collection of Chicken Soup for the Soul. Apparently, the American editors had found it disgusting and didn't want to include it, but the Canadian ones liked it and argued for it to be put in. And it was. Because, really, what's Canadian chicken soup for the soul without a mummified human toe? 170623 what's it to you? who go blather from