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My office building is downwind from a Love’s Bakery. In case you didn’t know, Love’s is “[t]he largest wholesale baker of original and distributed breads, bunds, donuts and pies in Hawaii.” (Don’t ask me what a “bund” is--that quote is direct from their website.) At any rate, those breads and bunds and whatever else they’re baking smell absolutely amazing. As I drove past Love’s tonight on my way home, I thought about bread, and flour, and a certain Mr. Byrne of Liverpool, England. About 150 years ago, Byrne was walking along Scotland Road when a barrel of flour fell from a second floor window and knocked him out. Apparently he had been walking by the window of the defendant’s shop (Mr. Boadle, I presume), who just happened to be a “dealer in flour.” Naturally, Byrne filed a lawsuit against Boadle to get some quid for his troubles. After all, barrels of flour aren’t just supposed to fall out of windows, right? Well, what seems like an easy question to answer wasn’t so easy for the Exchequer Court in 1863. To
