During my years of working in multi-ethnic Pueblo, Colorado, I always found the Italians to be fondest of conspiratorial thinking.
(The university, of course, with its churning leadership, provided an excellent hothouse for conspiracy theories.)
M. and I were there today, and we stopped in at our favorite liquor store, where the owner, in his raspy old-Italian-guy voice, commented on the dry, windy, weather, and the recent spate of local fires.
Then we moved to the Lower North Fork Fire, currently burning up in Jefferson County.
"Two people died, you know," he said, leaning closer across the counter. And promptly he began to share his theory, in which the fire's origin was connected with the deaths.
I started to say, "But. . . " and then shut up. Why discuss something prosaic like smoldering embers from a prescribed burn last week when you could spin a tale of murder and arson instead, a tale so much more satisfying to the soul?