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We get what we deserve?
or "the reason for the season," according to Jesus' General.
There was a report from Texas where shoppers were maced as a form of crowd control when they became unruly in an electronics department.
Turk was luckier than shoppers in Cascade Township. A stampede at a Wal-Mart there sent two people to the hospital. Duretha Arnold-Youngblood, who sprained her knee, says it didn't have to happen.
"If a bar can get security, if a concert can get security, then they should be able to get security," Arnold-Youngblood said.
*****Grethe speaks
"Stuffing is that kind of dry bready stuff with bits of limp celery and a few indeterminate spices in it ."
Well, kinda sorta.
I know I'm old
because it seemed strange when a young man opened a door for me and waved me through, saying, "Go for it!"
Small town life
One of my friends told me about her new neighbor. He has a foreign accent she couldn't place. It turns out he is from New Hampshire.
Fascinating
Old cameras. Old film from the cameras developed. Just be careful. It was so fascinating that I burned a put of beans while looking at these photos.
It's alive!
In Maryland, anyway.
Only the lonely
Roy Orbison in clingfilm stories. From story #3:
'It will have to. Wrap that man in black in cling-film at once or it will go badly with you.'
'Very well.' Trembling, I take out the cling-film. 'I am sorry Roy, it looks like I have no choice.'
'Do what you have to.'
I start at the feet and work my way up. I wrap him as tenderly as a mother swaddling an infant. I marvel at the play of light on the miraculous translucence. Soon, Roy Orbison is entirely wrapped in cling-film. I thank God that I was born to live this minute.
My favorite part, from story #4:
Roy Orbison is lying on a massage table naked save for a strategically-placed towel. Some soothing unguent has been applied to his face and slices of cucumber have been placed over his trademark dark glasses.
Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.
--Francis Bacon
My dog is strange
I think this was proven when he ate pumpkin guts off the floor, then kept looking for more.