Early in life, much like Lindsay LoHann I found out that I was not a good thief. Got busted early on for shoplifting and figured out quickie pronto, that I did not want to do that anymore. My old man showed me the errors of criminal my ways behind the woodshed. Believe his exact words as I recall were … “I aint living with no thief.”
Hey! We are back and it is good to be home.
October 1st, 2012 gimme a ghoulish vampire or monkey mask and a big ol Pumpkin, fall is in the air!
Our first bus adventure took us deep into the heart of the state of Texas and then later on, up to the Southeastern portion of our home state Oklahoma. We met with friends there, enjoyed a story or two, and some good food, then came back home. (Pictures are included here, please follow the links.)
More or less floated a day or two with some other friends here at the Goat Farm and then attended another bus get together 35 miles from the house. This was at a gathering entitled The Three Amigo’s in Oklahoma City where met and made new friends, where we were introduced to some very interesting people in that group. Its always nice to make new friends with which to mingle.
It has been an interesting and productive couple of weeks. The bus has been backed into the shop and it is sitting there kind of forlorn and sad (If a bus is capable of such things?), waiting on our next adventure whenever that might be.
A great deal has happened in our absence and there are a lot of new items to be pushed to the front burner of the stove.
For instance we went shopping at the Mall in the Dallas area recently and I discovered that I am now a minority in my own country. Perhaps one of these days I will write an article on it entitled A Foreigner In My Own Land or something. Walking along with the wife in this shopping mall, surrounded by people of middle eastern origins, blacks, mexicans, and the presence of very few white people, surely was an eye opener for me.
America is changing incredibly fast these days.
Give and you shall receive: Reading newspapers in restaurants in different cities has always been one of my hobbies. I read where a Dallas girl, had found $2,000 and handed it over to the authorities and was finally rewarded for her honesty. There is however, a glitch here, there is always a glitch.
She did the right thing, no doubt about it when she found the money in a sack in a north Dallas parking lot and turned it in to police. They told her that if no one claimed the money, she would be entitled to it.
After waiting the allotted amount of time, she went to collect the money and was told that the city was going to keep the money after all. The resulting media outcry prompted an unnamed donor to reward her with $4,000. The the city reconsidered their stingy bastard behavior and gave the teenager the $2,000. In the end, for her honesty, she was $6000 better off.
It is a shame cities or governments have to be forced to do the right thing these days.
Stoooopid Crook Files: A man, wanting to rob a downtown Bank of America, walked into the Branch and wrote this, “Put all your muny in this bag.” While standing in line, waiting to give his note to the teller, he began to worry that someone had seen him write the note and might call the police before he reached the teller’s window.
So he left the Bank of America and crossed the street to the Wells Fargo Bank.
After waiting a few minutes in line, he handed his note to the Wells Fargo teller. She read it and, surmising from his spelling errors that he wasn’t the brightest light in the harbor, told him that she could not accept his stickup note because it was written on a Bank of America deposit slip and that he would either have to fill out a Wells Fargo deposit slip or go back to Bank of America.
Looking somewhat defeated, the man said, “OK” and left.
He was arrested a few minutes later, as he was waiting in line back at Bank of America. I just love stooopid crook stories, they always make me smile.
Reach Out and Bug Somebody: Employee’s of an Amtrak train headed for Salem, Oregon, stopped the train so that a 39 year old man could be escorted off the train at a non-scheduled stop. The man allegedly spent “16 hours” talking on a cell phone in a “quiet” car.
Everywhere we went this year, the phones and the electronic’s were there. My wife even has her phone rigged up to automatically send a photo that she has taken, back home to the computer and placed into storage.
This simple feat of technology just amazes me. I have pictures in my cellphone that are over three years old, I don’t know where it is they reside, nor do I know how to retrieve them and get them out of there. Now …. Ask me if I care? That are about it for today, we are back, somewhat rested and in the groove, hope you enjoyed the brief hiatus as much as we did.