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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

  • oh boy....

    just what I always wanted,  a summons for jury duty........


    Update:  There are no jury selections being conducted on Monday.  You are required to call the automated message number after 6pm on Monday for information about reporting for duty on Tuesday.


    YIPPEE !!!!   I don't have to serve !! 

Thursday, July 10, 2008


  • This story from the Buffalo News dated July 10, 2008


    Not-your-average cows give dragnet the slip



    LEWISTON — A few loose cows caused some headaches for police at Reservoir State Park on Wednesday.

    Several law enforcement agencies spent a good portion of the day trying to corral some bovine wandering the park, and trying to keep them from making their way into surrounding roadways. Lewiston Police arrived on scene at about 9 a. m., and had to kill one of the three cows.

    The two remaining cows were reportedly in the area of Upper Mountain and Military roads, an area close to Interstate 190 and the Robert Moses Parkway, about 3 p. m.

    Town of Niagara Police Chief H. James Suitor said the cows are owned by a Utah company having them inspected at a U. S. Department of Agriculture facility on Witmer Road.

    The truck driver told police they weren’t “dealing with normal cows.” They made their escape after pushing a release button.

    “He said that they were smart cows and they must have been planning this for a while,” Suitor said.

    The two cows remained on the lam late Wednesday night.



Saturday, July 05, 2008

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    Dog Face

    He marched off in line with the others
    fueled by blood hot speeches and drums
    with the need to do a righteous deed
    fight to protect his home.

    In a strange country
    faced battle on a foreign shore
    looked the horror of Death in the face,
    mustard and cordite in his nose.
     
    Gun thunder sucked at his bravery
    courage bolted to his soul
    even when he paused to cry,
    his brother dead in his arms.
     
    Cold sweat still wakes him
    memories six days or sixty years old
    run in the gloom
    as guns boom
     
    red and pale horses dance.


    ~wordfaery~

Monday, June 30, 2008

Sunday, June 29, 2008


  • In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University .  

    On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully.      

    He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.      
     
    The  elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of  that day.      

    Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.      

    Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure.      
     
    He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter's legs and slammed his stupid ass against the railing, killing him instantly.      

    Probably wasn't the same elephant.
     
     


    This is for all of my friends who send me  those heartwarming stories.