Other Places and Faces

This is a few fire crackers and some other illegal items that detectives found in their search for illegal fireworks.  A team was sent in and they picked up seventeen stun guns, 84 cartons of cigarettes, narcotic pills and $1006. in cash.  A 65 year old man was charged with numerous offenses and severe felonies.

An eighteen year old spray can painter painted his name on buildings.   At least he can spell his name.  This came in from a little news paper called the Newport Patch which Pauline sent me.  I am not sure if she thinks our little paper does not tell us what is going on around here, but I have news, as our paper has two full pages of what is going on with those with dull brains and nothing much to do but get in trouble.    I appreciate the little 'patch' because the reporter has a sense of humor, or at least his writing leans that way.

There was no picture of the men who got into a fight over a basketball, or the woman who tried to break them up and got punched for her efforts, or of the forty year old man who was pulled over when he couldn't lift his foot off the brake or turn the key in the ignition because, when tested, his blood alcohol was six ties the legal limit.    The driver that rear ended the police car got a chuckle out of me, but the photographer who was taking pictures up a ladies skirt purely by accident as his phone camera fell from his pocket.  But, the young lady who had her electricity shut off and used an extension cord to hook up to electricity in the locked boiler room, got my vote as she said she needed a night light.  When the officers told her she had to unplug her extension cord she got a scissors and cut it touching off a small burst of flames.


I'm going to have to complain to our local newsman as our write ups are not the least bit funny.    They are much more mundane as there are neighborhood noises,  an argument or two over property rights, barking and loose dogs and they name names and later a special report on court dates.   I wonder if we all signed a petition if we could get Leon, our neighbor two doors up, to sink his navy yard.   We have the usual drunk drivers, both male and female which surprises me.  Ladies usually have more sense than to drink and drive.   We do have one lady who admits to being eighty and she rides her bicycle all over town.  She rides in the middle of the road and takes her sweet time.   She was out riding last month and there was a car following slowly behind her, but the car behind that one was impatient and swung around and you know she was knocked down and spent a few days in the hospital.   Now nothing is being done about her driving skills on her bike, but she sued, is driving around on a new bike and has a new helmet to boot.    So you see we do have some activity around here.


So I thank you Pauline for giving me something to blog about  . . . and to laugh about, even though these poor creatures are truly living their lives in 'not so quiet desperation.'    So today, when you pick up the Sunday paper and read all about your own back yard, think of the miscreants with a little pity and say a prayer you are not one of them.   Enjoy your seconds today, you are on a holiday weekend . . . tomorrow is the Fourth of July, get out your flag and let it wave in your front yard.   Be careful if you have fire works to light and burst into color, some of them can take a finger or two off, pay attention so you do not spoil your special holiday.    Hugs to all.