So this weekend I went on a murder mystery train ride up in Titusville. I wasn't sure quite what to expect, particularly with regard to the turnout. Lots of seniors? Chicks? What I wasn't expecting was the unusually large percentage of mullets. But they were good natured mullets. I mean, any mullet that's taking it's mate out for dinner and a train ride rather than beer and NASCAR is taking steps in the right direction.