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An upsetting accident...

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Two days ago my son and I were driving home at night and it was raining hard.

We were traveling on a rural road, and had to come to a stop because there were several police cars with flashing lights. A trooper came to our car and told us that we would have to wait about ten minutes. We could not see beyond the police cars what the problem was, and why we had to stop, but almost twenty minutes went by and we decided to turn around, and with my trusty GPS, we were able to find some back roads that circumvented the situation.

Today I saw the local paper and learned a man was killed there while trying to help someone else with his car. They were both on the shoulder of the road, and another driver, whose blood alcohol level was almost three times the legal limit, slammed into them, killing one of them.

The name sounded familiar to me, and it was mentioned that he was a regular bowler, so I stopped at the bowling alley to ask about it. I have not been a league bowler for over five years, and I knew the name, but could not put a face to it, though I had mistakenly thought it could be someone else. The person at the desk talked with me for a few minutes about it, and showed me a photograph, and then I remembered the person, though vaguely.

I always thought that a parked car makes a good sheild for the car ahead of it, and the people working on it, but I have to rethink that, since the man was killed by his own vehichle--the car that crashed into it was going so fast it pushed his own car into him, severing his leg and forced him into the truck ahead of him (the one they were working ot).

I didn't know this man, but he is from the local area, and the accident happened on a road I travel every day.

I don't see why so many drunks are allowed to kill so many in the US. They are given too many chances to drive and have no business being on the road.

-10 F

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I've been thinking about moving back to Pennsylvania, but I don't know if I could take the winters. The cold weather has been bad enough the past couple days in the area, and it's not winter yet.

It was 20's in Columbus, OH this morning, and it's 10 BELOW in Minneapolis, where I have a layover until my next leg to Seattle.

I sometimes badly want to move back east, but I have not been through a real winter for over 20 years, and I don't know if I could take it.

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Voice Posting

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I wonder why there are so few of them.

Please make a voice post.

Dec. 12th, 2008

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This hits too close to home. I wish I had just half the time back that I wasted...

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

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I remember watching this in the 60's each year from when I was around six until ten years old.

I think this is the first time I've seen it in color.

This short film was an important part of my Christmas experience each year.

not well and have to fly tomorrow

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Anybody know if the airlines will ever cut a break because of sickness and let you rebook without penalty?

Les Mis

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It's been very slow going lately and I am stuck almost half way through.

It was much more interesting to me when it was all about Jean Valjean, and I have had enough of Marius...

Writer's Block: Evolutionary Contributions

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"In the spirit of the Darwin Awards, what gets your nomination for the stupidest act committed by a human this year?"

Probably when John McCain "suspended his campaign"

Dreams

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Two dreams last night:

I was having a conversation with my mother's new husband. I was in a house somewhere and my father was there too, though in the dream it was not unusual that my father was alive and there. I was on a cell phone taking to my mother's husband (mh), and I told him I needed to go upstairs to talk, which I did, and while I was talking with him was explaining that I was crawling through two narrow openings to get to the room. (How often it is in my dreams that if I'm in a house, that there is something like that, or a winding staircase that is narrow and claustraphobic, and I am often approaching a situation where I would become stuck). I finally was in the small room and was explaining to mh how much I appreciated that he wanted to be so inclusive and accept me as part of his family, but that from my perspective, I wasn't ready for that, and then I was in the same room with him, and not on the phone, and he seemed to be very young, wearing clothes like someone who works at a gas station, and sun glasses, and seemed to be upset with me and was crying a little...


In the other dream I was on an airline, and it was announced that we would have tennis balls for lunch. I started mumbling and complaining to those around me that that was not the right thing to have for lunch, that they were not nutritious, etc. It was as if it was accepted by all that tennis balls could be proper food, and I was the only one who didn't see it that way. Eventually one of the flight attendents came to me to explain what the food would be, as if the entire luch for everyone was dependent upon my approval. Suddenly the "tennis balls" were now balls that were much larger, and when cut open, there was a spongy material inside, and that was what we would be eating. He had me try some, and it was a little chewy, but sweet, and I stated to all that it would be acceptable, though in my thoughts it seemed to not be nutritious. Some things are now incoherent to me and I don't remember them all, but a little later I was in the front of the plane standing on a seat so everyone could see me and was giving a speech about something, and was having a great time enjoying the attention, and then I am walking around outside the plane that has landed somewhere--not at the airport--and I am walking away and avoiding looking at any of the passengers...

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Onions

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Where have I been for half a century?

All my life I thought I hated onions.

But the other day I decided to take a chance and spoil my turker burger with chopped up onions, and I loved it. There was so much more flavor.

Now I'm ready to take the ultimate risk and add onions to my next Subway sandwich.

I feel like I've entered a new world of pleasure.

But I will never ever eat olives. Never. I can't stand to even smell them.

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