Dennis Latham: Life, Fiction, and the Pursuit of Madness

If you start a line, they will follow    I had been glancing through World War Z . I read it a few years ago, and today I saw a part where one of the people interviewed mentioned someone lining up at a door and people lining up behind him, for no reason. (Based on the theory if there is a line they must be giving away something good.) I've seen that happen back in 1995 while in Indianapolis staking out a Rave in an attempt to find my youngest daughter who had been missing for a week. Raves were not fun group dances where kids drank healthy drinks and had a ball gyrating to electronic music. They were the haven of drug dealers, LSD, ecstasy, and anything you could name to get a child intoxicated or high. My daughter had disappeared at a Rave in Milford, Ohio after sneaking out of her mother's house. She was 13. We knew if she was alive, she would show up at a Rave again. I thought she was dead, but I had become something like a zombie in an attempt to find