Untitled Document [Really Good Quotes A mind, once expanded by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions. - OliverMessage 1 of 1 , Oct 2, 2011View Source
I owe readers an apology. I didn't get my act together to write and I'm way, way behind schedule tonight. I did some searching trying to find a source article, with little success. (Hey, if you guys think it's so easy, try it some time!)
I decided to settle on something quick and easy which would fulfill my obligation and probably not piss Mike off too much either.
Unless you've been under a rock somewhere you're aware of major, ongoing protests on Wall Street in New York against corporate greed. They've now spread to other cities across the country, and 700 people were arrested yesterday trying to cross the Brooklyn Bridge. That's a whole lot of paddy wagons full!
There were very disturbing pictures of a police commander named Anthony Bologna (who Jon Steward nicknamed Tony Baloney) spraying pepper spray into the faces of protestors who clearly were not posing any threat and in fact were kettled in the orange plastic mesh at the time.
There's major unrest that is growing against the Wall Street crowd. That's why a "gift" seems particularly suspicious.
It seems that J.P. Morgan Chase decided that this was the moment to give the NYPD the largest gift in its history, $4.6 million, to the New York City Police Foundation.
In light of the protests, does the gift seem suspicious to you? In light of my laxity, is this the worst piece I ever sent?
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Parenthood is the passing of a baton, followed by a lifelong disagreement as to who dropped it. - Robert Brault
As for butter versus margarine, I trust cows more than chemists. - Joan Gussow
Always Speak Clearly
A man is in a hospital bed wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth. "Nurse", he mumbles. "Are my testicles black?"
The nurse raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand & his testicles in the other, ...she takes a close look & says, "There's nothing wrong with them Sir."
The man pulls off the oxygen mask, smiles at her & says very slowly. "Thanks for that, it was lovely, but listen very very carefully. "Are-my-test-re-sults-back?
A narcissist is someone better looking than you are.
Andy Warhol is the only genius I've ever known with an I.Q. of 60.
Apparently, a democracy is a place where numerous elections are held at great cost without issues and with interchangeable candidates. all from Gore Vidal, American author, born on this day in 1925
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Some people like to be surprised. If it is their birthday or some other special occasion, they would prefer not knowing what it about to happen. They would want to be suprised when the activity begins. Others prefer knowing in advance what will transpire so they could be properly dressed for whatever is going to take place rather than possibly being in street clothes when evening wear is more appropriate.
Surprise birthday parties are all the rage. The honoree will be left to believe the occasion will be marked by a quiet celebration amongst immediate family or close friends in a subdued celebration. Arriving back at home after a celebratory dinner, for example, is expected to be followed by routine evening activities. When the honoree enters the door, all Hell breaks loose as hidden friends & family erupt into a "SURPRISE!" greeting and cause the honoree to have a heart attack.
My son, who now lives in North Carolina, is a prankster. He likes to jump out at people from unexpected places and startle them. Once, a co-worker was working on a car and he sneaked up behind the guy. With a loud whoop and a tap on the back, he caused this man to be startled to the extreme. An ambulance was called and he was rushed to the hospital. Nobody knew, even the surprisee, that he had a heart condition. In a way, my son saved his life by bringing this condition to light. Had he gone untreated, he could have had "the big one" and not been around any more.
My son also likes to make my wife cry. If he can surprise her without her knowing he is going to be there, he knows she will cry. So, when he gets the chance, he will show up unexpectedly and make her cry again. We knew he was coming home from a trip to India, but we were expecting him a week or so later. We didn't think he would be arriving in time to participate in our family's Christmas festivities. We got a visit from my son's best friend and were rather surprised at that, but after a while, my son popped in and made my wife cry. It was a good cry.
One year my son, my brother, and my dad planned to get together for a weekend. It was my son's and my annual "hairy man trip". We would leave on Friday and com back on Sunday needing showers and shaves. His premise was that a friend had a cabin on a lake that we would be staying in. We had to go by the campground to get the key first, however. I pulled up to the designated campsite only to find my brother and my father grinning ear-to-ear. They knew. I didn't. They got me! But, I don't cry as easily. So we had a great weekend instead of tears.
This weekend we went to my father's place in Missouri. We had planned on being with him for his 83rd birthday. He had recently had back surgery so it was that we would go to Missouri rather than him come to Ohio. While enroute, I received a couple of "where are you now" calls from Dad. He and his lady were going to fix pizza and wanted to time it properly. At least that was the story. We had explained that we didn't know if we were leaving on Thursday or on Friday. So the "where are you" question was unexpected. We had left later than we normally would have.
We arrived about the time I had estimated, after calling back when we were about an hour out. When we arrived we were shown my dad's "birthday present", a bright red Dodge Charger. Dad said he got something else that came with the car. We turned around and my son was standing behind me. My wife cried again.
Here's your quiz:
Do you like to be surprised by activities?
Do you like to organize a surprise on someone else?
Do you react in anger, tears, or what when you are surprised?
Surprises - A Proper Excuse For Wetting One's Pants
Cliff (the High-Tech Redneck who doesn't rate a fancy 'signature pic')Ranina's Ruminations
Since I'm home on my "all inclusive unpaid vacation," I decided that I wanted to relieve a bit of depression by taking my bicycle out and enjoying the Fall scenery. Fall is so beautiful here and it's my favorite season. We have lots of breath-taking, beautiful bike paths here, and I knew that riding and taking in the scenery would revive my spirit.
The only problem with that idea was that my son tortured my mountain bike to death last year, so I had nothing to ride. I decided to buy a new hybrid bike this time, but I didn't want to spend the kind of money I would have to fork over at a bike shop. After all, I just wanted to observe scenery on the trails with a comfortable, safe bike; not participate in the Tour de France.
Since I buy so many other things online, I decided to buy my bike online. Wal-Mart had the best deal. Pick out your bike. It would be delivered at no charge to your chosen Wal-Mart B&M store, and then they would assemble it free of charge. WooHoo!
I picked out a nice Schwinn, picked it up and brought it home. My first sign that this was not one of my best ideas was that the color of the bike was key-lime green, rather than the soft yellow it appeared to be in the picture from the advertisement. Ok, I thought. Maybe this will grow on me. I will certainly never get run over by a vehicle, because they will be able to see me, even in the dark.
My second bad sign was that the bike was difficult to mount once I got it home because it was so damn big. It was like being used to a regular automobile, then suddenly having to climb up and drive a Hummer. I felt like it was trying to swallow me whole when I dismounted to stand straddling the bike, with handlebars enveloping my chest and the seat poking me in my spine.
This is a women's bike (for Amazon-sized women, I guess). If this were a men's bike with the bar straight across the top, upon dismount I would just hang straddled on the bar, feet still not touching the ground, then fall over.
Be that as it may, I try to accept most reasonable challenges, so "why not at least try it," I thought. I went out very early in the morning, so that if anything stupid happened, my neighbors wouldn't see me.
So here I am, all decked out in my new helmet and fingerless bike gloves, greeting the morning with an anticipatory smile, ready to begin my new adventure. I mounted the bike. Then something stupid happened. After two revolutions of the pedals, the chain somehow found an empty space between the frame and the chain wheel and decided to rest there and no, I did not assemble the bike myself. I let a "Wal-Mart professional" do that.
Because I was spinning the chain with no gears engaged and I could not reach the ground with my feet, I (of course), fell. One neighbor happened to be walking his dog and ran over to see if I was alright. (Darn, why is anyone up at this time in the morning.) I assured him I was alright and thanked him for his concern. I think I heard his dog laughing at me, though. I had fallen just at the end of my own driveway.
I fixed the chain and took off again, riding down the block. I turned the bike around headed for my driveway again, trying to apply the brakes just a little to turn in. The bike stopped dead as soon as I touched the brakes, again tumbling me to the ground. I broke my finger that time, falling in the exact same spot as before and hitting the exact same hand on the ground. Now my finger is broken.
I'd like to say that now, I have a bit of an idea about what a horse trainer has to deal with when trying to tame a horse that hates his guts. Except my horse throws me to the ground, lays down on top of me and grins taunting me with spinning wheels that are going nowhere at least, not with me on them. This bike is evil. I should have noticed that before but no, I was blinded by the newness of it and the glare of its ridiculous key-lime finish. It is evil and it hates me.
I Have to get this back to Wal-Mart before it can do me any further harm.
Here is the review I entered for that item on the Wal-Mart site:
One of the things missing in the specs on this web site is the FRAME SIZE of this bike. Some people in bike forums say its 28 inches! In any case, this is the biggest bike I have ever seen. I thought my MTN bike was big, but comparatively, it was just a baby.
Some of the people here have written that they are 5'2" - 5'4" tall and this bike fits them perfectly. DO NOT BELIEVE THEM. How can the same frame fit both a 5'2" person AND a 5'7" - 5'9" person perfectly. If that were the case, we would not need so many different frame sizes.
I bought this bike and took it out for its first ride this morning. I fell twice and I think I may have fractured a finger. I do know how to ride a bike. Here is the problem: If your bike is too tall for you, you will be unable to touch the ground with your feet when you try to stop. Then, of course, you will fall over. I thought I would be able to solve this problem with a quick slide-off forward dismount, like I did when I was a teen, but saddles are different now. The material adheres to your clothes just enough that the quick slide-off dismount is sometimes absolutely impossible, even with the seat angled slightly downward (plus, I am older and less quick than I used to be).
I am 5'3" and I say to all my fellow short people, DO NOT BUY THIS BIKE. It is not for you, not at all. Spend an extra $50.00 or so to get a bike that comes in different frame sizes. It beats broken body parts and you will be much more comfortable with a bike that actually fits.
Your bike is supposed to be part of you. It is not supposed to be a giant, uncontrollable monster on wheels.
Kirsten's Krazy Kaleidoscope
"Childbirth is more admirable than conquest, more amazing than self-defense, and as courageous as either one."
~ Gloria Steinem ~
You can find all kinds of videos on the Internet these days. This can be a good thing: there is an abundance of age-appropriate educational entertainment for my kids, we get to see coverage of big news events, and when I couldn't figure out how to change the toner in my printer, YouTube came to my rescue.
Along with the good comes the bad. For every appropriate video available for my kids, there are about ten featuring Dora The Explorer doing unspeakable things with her monkey. A couple of years ago, I stumbled upon a video featuring a guy getting his naked rear end sandpapered by one of his so-called friends. The sandpapered result then had lemon juice poured over it, to the agonized screams of the completely willing participant.
And of course, for those who are into that kind of thing, there is what I will euphemistically call "adult entertainment".
Sometime in the next week or so there will be another kind of video on the Internet, courtesy of an Ottawa, Canada woman by the name of Nancy Salgueiro. For your viewing pleasure, I introduce live-stream video of Nancy giving birth. Childbirth videos are not exactly new to the Internet - in fact, Nancy has posted videos of her two previous childbirth experiences - but this kind of thing is generally not shown live, as it happens.
Reaction to this is varied. Nancy's own husband, who claims to be a lot less extroverted than her, is not wild about the idea. Nancy says that she wants to live-stream the birth in order to educate people about what natural unmedicated childbirth is really like.
Some members of the public believe that this event is going to remove the stigma of natural childbirth, which would be a valid argument if such a stigma existed. I certainly faced no obstacles in the natural births of my children. Other proponents say that childbirth is a natural, beautiful thing, so what's the big deal.
Those on the other side of the fence are saying that Nancy is an attention-seeker with issues. They say that childbirth should be a private experience and that it's not right to subject the world to it.
My own opinion is that it's a bit of a stretch to claim that Nancy is subjecting the world to this, especially since the video is being shown on a site that requires prior registration. Chances of accidentally stumbling upon it are minimal.
Having said that, live-streaming of childbirth is not a choice that I would personally make for myself. As it was, I felt as if there were too many people staring at "those" bits of my anatomy: a couple of doctors, multiple nurses, the OB/GYN, and since my son was a high-risk birth, a few other specialists waiting on the fringes in case they were needed. My husband was there too, of course, but he was gamely trying not to flinch while I crushed his hands in mine. There is no way I would have been able to cope with a couple of guys with video cameras on top of everything else.
Forget about the chaos of the extra people in the room: there are just certain things that I wouldn't want anyone outside of my immediate circle to see (my immediate circle being my medical team and my husband). Childbirth may be natural and beautiful in a circle-of-life kind of way, but let's face it, it's not pretty.
My most compelling reason for disagreeing with the idea of live-streaming is simple: what if something goes wrong? What if there is some emergency? The presence of extra people in the room could put a life at risk - either the mother's or the baby's. The medical team has to spend precious seconds ushering the videographers out of the room, while trying to focus on what needs to be done.
What do you think? Yay or nay to the live-streaming of natural childbirth?
Okay, I give up! Why do people do it? Am I talking about doing dangerous drugs that impede what little mental process some people have? No. Are we going to engage in a diatribe about joining cults? Not today, but probably in the future. What, you may ask, is your brilliant author going to explore today, and when, you may be praying by now, is she going to get to it? Well, the answer to the first question is a yard sale, and the second one is probably never, but if she sticks her head out the back door, that could change.
It is cold as a witch's -- maybe we should say a well digger's -- hmmm. It is chilly as the dickens, with a 60% chance of rain, and Radar, Ma Kettle, the Duke of Granger, and several other persons have invited everyone and his brother into my otherwise peaceful Saturday existence by placing ads in the paper, putting their excess goods on tables, racks and -- no -- I won't say it -- they couldn't possibly stick my dad's old table saw there anyway. My 90 year old mother was outside this morning stacking cardboard boxes because the yard was a mess, and people might be coming. I thank G-d every day that she can still do that, but I wish the rest of the revelers had cleaned up before they closed the circus down for the night.
There are enough people having yard sales today to keep the shopping brisk. Some people attend these little fiestas for a living. They buy everyone else's crap, mark it up, and rent a space at a flea market so that people can buy it back for their own yard sales next year when they are asking themselves "what was I thinking when I bought this piece of ---". Why, rumor has it that some of this junk has been circulating since the Civil War! I should know. I started the rumor.
I do take one comfort from this whole business. Not all trash ends up in the land fill. A lot of it is circling through our environment, taking up temporary residence in people's garages, attics, and in our case, storage sheds. It's kind of like a buzzard in reverse. Next year, a lot of it will experience a change of scenery as it is boxed up, displayed on racks, tables, and with my dad's old table saw, which is too big to put there, even if waking me up at 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday hadn't inspired me to challenge that truth of physics.
Years from now, archaeologists will puzzle over our society. They will be interested to know how we dealt with our garbage. They will stumble on our dumps, and assume that most of it ended up there. Then, someone will dig up a few old houses, or land on the great Uttermohlen storage shed farm, and realize that a lot of it went from place to place, never staying anywhere for long, and will have to conclude that our land fills were regarded as junk libraries, and that we were all enthusiastic patrons. I guess recycling in any form is to be regarded as a good thing. In fact, when it is done with such fervor and dedication, it should be considered downright patriotic. Now, if I can only find a comfortable way to sit on my dad's old table saw.
My nephew once had a dog that only drank out of the toilet! He never got sick and lived a ripe old age.
What time is it? Time for another one -
There once was a man who fixed clocks...
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I once had a dog that drank beer---
and so I held Rover quite dear---
'til be barked all night
it was such a huge fright
that we cowered all night in deep fear.
- Cassandra in New York
I once had a dog that drank beer
Quite drunk, he was chasing a deer
The deer, he did bolt
The dog, what a dolt
Took chase, and tripped on his ear.
- Bonnie >^..^<
I once had a dog that drank scotch,
but only the brand that's top notch!
He'd run in the wood
as fast as he could,
still trying to catch the sasquatch!
- ldoReader Comments
Flashing has never bothered me. I've been flashed on the highway, and I've done some flashing. I've even arrested a flasher in my old law enforecement days. But the thing that really bothers me are impatient horn honkers. A couple of years ago I took a trip to Baltimore to visit a friend and was warned that the locals will honk at you if you are making a left hand turn. Sure enough, as soon as the light turns green, the people behind you start honking. So one day I decided to see if I could beat them. I was first at the light in the left turn lane. I had one foot on the brake and one foot on the gas pedal. I was watching the light like a hawk. As soon as it turned green I stepped on the gas... but from behind still came the honks. For some reason it really ticked me off, so I hit the brakes. The honks continued. When the light turned red I shot through my left hand turn and just smiled; the only one to make it through. Yeah, I know, a bit childish, but they are just plain rude! ldo
HAHAHA - I've done both kinds of flashing. One, when I was a lot younger ( and I'm pretty sure no one but my hubby would want to see that now). The other kind, the kind your article was about, is something I do when I'm reasonably sure I won't get caught. We always appreciate a flash from someone else. Could it be because I have a lead foot? Nah, that can't be it.
Is it "free speech"? Sure, I can think of ways to argue that point. Will it hold up in court? Maybe not. Law enforcement seems to usually win those kinds of cases. And I guess they do, she said begrudgingly, have a point, because we ARE warning people to chill, there's a cop up the road with his radar on. Or chill, go another way, there's a check-point up ahead. And that is, for all intents and purposes, aiding and abetting (Lucille can help me out on this - am I correct in my belief?). On the other hand, that doesn't bother me at all. Maybe it should. But it doesn't. And I don't think it ever will. - OhioKat
I once was picked up by a Indiana state trooper, as I was out of gasoline. He gave me a ride to the next exit. He had a CB radio in his car, and he gave a "smokey report" on it, telling the truckers to watch out for a state trooper close by. I asked him why he would warn the drivers that he was in the area. He said he would rather they slow down and be safe; than to have to stop them and cite them for the infraction... A "smokey report" is what CB users say when they have information on a law officer, such as location or current activities. - Thomas
I have, in my later and more cynical years, made it a point NOT to flash warnings to other motorists, especially those who are speeding through my housing area. I live on a main road which is used as a "shortcut" by many folks in my area of Virginia Beach; seems the city Village Idiots, in their infinite 'lack of wisdom', have forgotten to connect a major thoroughfare [despite years of promising us "soon"] and so the throng of drivers pass down my street. It DOES give the police a very lucrative fish-in-a-barrel location, and I often will deliver bottled water and sodas to the officers doing the 'trapping' in front of my home [I considered coffee and donuts, but...]. But I digress-- actually, these days, I 'flash' other motorists in order to make them believe there's a speed trap ahead. It's fun to watch the teens come a panicky near-stop in their Honda wannabe cars, or the goobers in their stepped-up mud-covered pick-em-up trucks grinding a few gears as they try to 'blend in' with the rest of the traffic. Since the Commonwealth of Virginia remains, I believe, the only state prohibiting radar detectors, speed traps are the best way to play road-warrior-lotto... the 'dealer' is always the big winner. - Mike F.
I have flashed and been flashed. However, no good deed goes unpunished. You obviously don't get the point of speed traps. Can you just imagine how high your taxes would be if the police didn't write all those tickets??? You're not supposed to warn people because the city needs the revenue! Duh! - L&K, herm
Re: Baby Joseph
The practice of medicine is changing and gone are the days where EVERYTHING that can be done is done without consideration as to cost or the wishes of the patient/family. As a benefit, we as consumers are no longer at the mercy of doctors who want to keep someone alive...almost to the point of torture. We can make an individual decision as to what we want to be done to extend our lives. Is this not the case in Canada?
I think that the doctors were looking at the finite resources they have. They were not thinking with their hearts, but with their heads. There is such a thing as futility. I am a nurse at a large county hospital and futility does come into play when dealing with adult patients. There are many times when the doctors appear to be afraid about bringing up the actual predicted outcome with the patient and their families. You don't want to kill hope, but you want the patient and their family to know what to realistically expect, to prepare and to get their affairs in order.
So maybe the doctors were thinking with their hearts and letting the parents know that whatever they wanted to do, their Joseph wasn't going to survive. But why did it have to be so litigious? What resources were expended by extended his life? Were the parents totally responsible for taking care of him, or did he have home health care with him 24 hours a day? I am most disturbed by infants that would have previously died that are now surviving with disabilities that require 24 hour a day care that is provided by the state/federal government. Finite resources for an ever expanding pool of needs. - Marilou
If the vow to "Do No Harm" applied to hospitals as well as to doctors, Joseph's treatment would have included the tracheotomy. One must wonder if Joseph's doctors were willing to perform it and didn't only because they were over-ruled by the hospital. And then there's the matter of where it happened. A whole lot of this world's peoples have a different attitude about Life than we have here in the USA. To us, Life is so precious we try to wring every moment we can out of existing. In many other places there's been such a long history of death from wars, starvation, and illnesses that working to preserve life is a novel idea.
We have moved a long way from survival of the fittest to fighting for the lives of babies born months before they should be born. I remember being in the hospital after the birth of one of my own children and hearing a feeble crying coming from a small closed room down the hall from the nursery, and being told they had moved a newborn with extreme medical problems into that room to die. I've also seen OB nurses cry when such a baby dies. That was back in the 1950's in a US hospital. Compassion and Fatalism have been around for a very long time. I think it comes down to love or money. People love, hospitals make money. - Nancy L in Ohio
Ok, I'll probably be the minority opinion, again. Why do we humans feel that prolonging a life with NO quality is compassionate? I think it's cruel and inhumane. I support a peaceful, dignified death with minimal suffering. And, before you write me off as heartless and unfeeling, I know this subject well. I had a child who died at 5 months of age, and I will never forgive myself for the suffering I put him through trying to deny reality. They did that child no favor, and he will not thank them in the afterlife. Life without quality is just another four letter word. - L&K, herm
I recall hearing about this story awhile back, and it has special significance for me because this hospital is actually a client of my company (as is the hospital where the child was transferred to here in the US.) I actually refused to work with this client because of this story. As the father of a 2 year old (as well as 22 & 19 all boys), I was appalled that these "caregivers" would not give the parents even a glimmer of hope or allow them to spend even as much as 5 minutes longer with their precious little boy.
There is no limit to what I would do to spend even 30 more seconds with one of my sons if I knew he was dying. Even as I write this now my eyes are filled with tears of anger and hatred towards these people. Who the fuck are they to decide whether it's a sound medical decision or not? It seems more like a sound business decision.
I cannot imagine the heartbreak that these parents are now experiencing and my heart goes out to them. However, what angers me even more is that this is exactly what some people want to bring into the U.S. as "healthcare." Well, I have one thing to say to you, "Go fuck yourselves!" - Robert from Southern California
We seem to have a lot of AB positive in our family, I and most of my siblings are that type, as are my children, as far as I know. Which is sort of weird.
I've never been "blood brother" close to someone, hey, I'm a girl! But I have had several friends over the years that were like sisters to me.
I have never been given blood since it's against my religious beliefs, but I used to donate occasionally before I became a JW. I was only turned down once because I had been sick. I won't do it now on principle. My husband actually had open heart surgery without blood--they used a machine that cleaned his and returned it to his body. - Ruth in WA
Types in our family: A Pos, A Neg., O Pos.
Donated quite a bit , have a son who has donated gallons!
No "blood brothers", just good friends. - Nancy L in Ohio
As a kid, I tried that "blood brothers" ritual, but have only had a few flashes of feeling close to other people. My sense of community has always turned into memories of illusion.
Mom spent her summers in her van, with a sticker reading "Starve a Mosquito. Give your blood to People." I gave blood once, but was shocked that when I was offered a sweet drink afterward, none of the options was as healthy as fruit juice. I don't think any of the nurses were as healthy as I at the time, either. My type was common - I'd go again if an emergency was declared. BTW, I had a girlfriend who was in charge of blood supplies for a large U.S. metropolitan area. It took a lot of juggling; reserves were never adequate. Canada has always managed on donations, not purchased blood. - Bob of the North
I wish every incompetent could be as innocently, and accurately told off as your ex-mediator. I had a friend in the business, and I just loved hanging out with him, and listening to him smooth things over for people when the 'phone rang. He always sounded so calm and confident that I was surprised when he said he was just trying out his "bag of tricks." I selected mediation in a criminal case, and was not particularly impressed with the process here, but it was probably better than the traditional trial situation.
BTW, I was surprised to learn that our system of hiring opposing attorneys, which favors the rich, is far from universal. In Spain, for instance, you take your complaint to a Judge, and he sends out investigators of his own to check the facts. In a properly functioning democracy, I'd prefer that system. - Bob of the North
Marsha reminds me of what might have tipped the balance for me when I was deciding if I wanted to move to the area. It seemed that every time I stopped by a lonely road to take a picture, any vehicle that happened along would slow down and at least exchange waves. Until I caught on, and waved with my camera and a smile even young women driving solo would stop to make sure I was OK.
Then, when the old car finally did stall, beside the busy highway to the coast, I slept the night away undisturbed and tinkered it back to life in the morning. Even having the hood up didn't attract help.
Gregory Clark, as an old man, wrote about slipping on the snow outside his hotel in downtown Toronto. He was immediately helped up by several kind people who made sure he was OK. Leaving a store two blocks away, he slipped again, falling in the slush. Someone stole his package, and nobody else would even look at him. - Bob of the North
I did not see the Wed addition of RGQ so don't know what the article that started these comments was about, but last night I was treated to some very nice and helpful kindness. Campbell the Wonder Dog and I sat out on our nightly track to the store for some smokes. Everything was going along fine till we came to a big blockage in our path. There was just no safe way around it, so I turned Campbell around and started home. Some how, and I still don't for sure know how, we took a wrong turn, and then we took another, and before I knew it night had fallen and I was hopelessly lost. We walked, and walked, and walked some more, and finally came upon some people standing in their yard. It turned out that I even knew one of them. They asked me how I was, and I told them honestly that I was hopelessly lost, and told them that I needed to know what street I was on, and how to get back to, and I gave them my address. They saw how tired, Campbell and I were, and so they offered to drive us home. I was ever so glad for those people and their kindness. - Tazz