So three months later, here I am. It’s President’s Day, which is only really significant because it also marks the start of Birthday Week! My brother and I have birthdays three days apart, so President’s Day week was like our own private Hannukah growing up. (If only we had known about Kwanzaa, I’m sure we could have scored big in the first week of March, too.)
In honor of the holiday, not only have I not once walked out to the mailbox, only to open it up and have a “V-8” moment, but I’m also sick as hell. Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, etc… all in a tribute to William Henry Harrison. (“He died in 30 days!”)
Apparently, not only would our 9th President have turned 236 a week ago today, but he was once governor of Indiana and Wikipedia claims his campaign tactics laid the groundwork for modern political campaigning.
On another note, his grandson, 23rd President Benjamin Harrison used to live three blocks from where I currently work, has a pretty solid golf course at the military fort named in his honor and is damn amusing to follow on Twitter.
As Nebraska works to tighten up it’s “safe haven law”, which has led to almost three dozen kids being herded to the state to be left by parents that don’t want them, no questions asked, I am still reminded of this cartoon when I see one of the stories.
Hi. It’s me again.
A couple nights ago at work, I was slogging through rewriting murder stories (official count for Indianapolis is now at 11 since June 30… nine days ago) when I read a story that the original cop for The Village People was in the hospital after surgery on his vocal chords. So, for part of the early morning hours yesterday, then much of the evening today, this was on one of the pages of our site:
Continue reading You can do anything you please…
I left work to go to dinner around 6:45 tonight and (partly by accident) didn’t take a coat. Two hours later, we had seen wind, rain, a tornado warning, then snow. When I got home from work, the weather was like this:
And, rumor has it, it’s warmed up in the last hour. One report before I left work had the wind chill at -16, and I believe it.
As many of you know, I work odd hours, and get home pretty late. Not horrible, as I’m usually home by 1 a.m. or so. Tonight appeared to be more of the same, until this happened.
I’m not saying that when police find the person(s) responsible for this they’ll treat them any differently than anyone else that has rights and due process and what not, but given the chance to point them out the crowd that showed up on the scene and turn their backs for a few minutes, I think each cop, to a man, would let them have at it. What a sad, sick way to pick up a few hours of overtime.
Of course, the drive home did nothing but wake me up, so what do I do after walking through a heavy dusting of snow and into the house? I fix an overflowing bowl of ice cream.
I’m going to hibernate now.