I am only mad north-by-north-west: when then wind is southerly, I know the difference between a hawk and a handsaw. Hamlet
Perhaps the wind was blowing north by northwest yesterday in Seattle when some crazoid gunned down 4 people in a bar and then himself. The name of the bar seemed familiar, Cafe Racer? Ah yes! we were there killing time on Christmas a year and a half ago. We flew in to surprise Steve's sister on her 50th birthday but we arrived earlier than his brother and wife so we had to find places to hang out on X-mas, not easy as almost everything is closed but Cafe Racer wasn't. It is a funky, friendly place with eclectic art. I am not sure if this madman was a regular. He killed a group of regulars. Too bad, this place was so cool.
The wind was blowing north by northwest yesterday here but I got my bike ride in before it became too strong. No craziness beyond the usual that I could tell but perhaps I couldn't given the wind.
As for the quote above, it was an underlying theme of North by Northwest by Hitchcock. Craziness, mistaken identities... As for being able to tell the difference between a hawk and a handsaw, some think the handsaw is some kind of heron. Still it should be easy to tell the difference between a heron and a hawk.
Who knows the way the wind is blowing in a certain someone's mind?