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Ex-witch, urban legend madman screwed up Halloween
October 31, 2007It is Halloween -- one of the really fun kid holidays of the year --- and one that grown-ups have been trying to screw up for years.
When my kids were little, my wife refused to have anything to do with Halloween.
It was Satin's day, she said.
Anybody who goes trick or treating is worshiping the devil.
Bull hockey!!!
Dressing up like Popeye and going out and getting candy from the neighbors will not cast a kid or his parents into an eternal lake of fire.
So I took the kids trick or treating every year -- Ms. Satin herself stayed home.
When I was a kid, we trick or treated all over town.
We even walked to the rich neighborhood where the Ebner family gave out hot dogs and their friends handed out carmel apples or sometimes even nickels and quarters.
I only allowed my kids to go to houses of people I knew.
They trick or treated in the neighborhood and then I drove them around town to knock on the doors of people we knew. We also hit all the businesses giving out stuff.
The reason: There was some madman out there putting razor blades in apples.
I have heard that for years.
And now I learn it was only an urban legend.
My ex-witch -- I mean ex-wife -- probably made it up to spoil Halloween.
Even Ann Landers wrote about this stuff in a 1995 column.
"In recent years, there have been reports of people with twisted minds putting razor blades and poison in taffy apples and Halloween candy."
She wrote those words -- and none of it ever happened.
There was a Houston man who laced Pixie Stix with cyanide and murdered his 8-year-old son on Halloween 1974. He did it to collect on a big insurance policy.
The mad dad was executed by lethal injection in 1984.
The Tyneol murders scared us in the early 1980's.
Seven people died from Sept 29 to Oct. 1 of 1980 after taking Tylenol that had been laced with cyanide.
Those were random murders that never were solved.
But they, too., screwed up Halloween for several years.
They also made it where I can no longer open an aspirin bottle -- but that's a story for another time.
Happy Haloween.
I'm going as Shrek tonight when I take my grandson trick or treating.
Sure wish I knew somebody who was handing out hot dogs.
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Why would anybody be a proctologist?
October 28, 2007I remember as a little boy, grown-ups were always asking:
"What do you want to be when you grow up, little boy?"
Never once did I say.
Proctologist.
Urologist.
Or gynecologist.
I don't know of any little boy whose career goal is looking up people's pookies.
Now, I know some of you guys out there, have thought that the gynecologist gig might not be such a bad deal.
I agree, it does sound a lot better than pookies and peters.
But as a young man, I once sold women's shoes.
And for every hot chick in a short skirt who sat down in front of me, there were five old hags with smelly feet and nasty bunions.
You get my drift?
So I have determined why it is that guys become proctologists, urologists and gynecologists.
They made D's -- and maybe even F's -- in medical school.
I sure can't think of anything else.
OK, the money is good, but the job stinks.
Literally.
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Cheating Patriots have a grudge
October 26, 2007I have been doing a Friday morning sports commentary on The Buzz for about three years.
But most of you have probably never heard it.
Radio, like these blogs, gives me a freedom of expression that a family newspaper just can't.
So I am sharing with you here what I had to say on radio this morning:
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I'm getting sick and tired of the New England Patriots.
OK, so they are the best team in the NFL on the seventh week of the season.
What do you get for that, Bill Beliprick? Not a damn thing.
This 16-game FU tour is going to come back and bite you in the butt, Bill. Maybe not this week. Maybe not next year. But it's true what they say about going around and coming around, jerk.
You cheated.
You admitted you cheated.
And what is so stupid is you didn't need to cheat.
You are good enough to win another Super Bowl without being crooked.
What is even sillier is you team now has this grudge.
NFL announcers keep kissing the Patriots' butt.
I just wish somebody would kick it.
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What are you waiting for? Give it 27, 28, maybe 64 years
October 25, 2007A man recently received a postcard from a friend.
It was written in 1943.
The card, written by Japanese soldier Nobuchika Yamashita, was mailed from a World War II battlefield in Burma 64 years ago.
It traveled from Burma to Nagasaki to Arizona to Hawaii before reaching 80-year-old Shizuo Nagano.
The young soldier was 23 when he died in 1944.
A photographer delivered wedding photos to a couple last Thursday.
They were married in 1980.
I have had three wives while they were waiting to get their pictures.
When the couple was married 27 years ago, they didn't have $150 to pay for their photos.
The photographer, now 80, found them while "cleaning out some of my old things" and returned them to the diner where the wife now works.
She cried and then wrote him a $150 check.
Then he cried for being such a butthole in 1980.
Maximo Jurado escaped from a New Jersey prison in 1979.
He was arrested Wednesday, after 28 years of freedom.
He is now 75.
The most famous Fugitive -- Dr. Richard Kimbel -- was on the lam for 30 years.
The TV series with David Janzen ran from 1963 to 1967, but then came the movie when Harrison Ford finally caught the one-armed man.
Jurado is headed back to prison, but I'm betting he gets paid a million or two for the movie rights to his fugitive story.
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God wrote it; I typed it; Paul Harvey plagarized it
October 24, 2007 I have written a whole bunch of stuff in the last 35 1/2 years -- some good, some bad. But nothing I ever wrote got as much attention as a column that appeared in our paper on Sept. 5, 1999.
The courts had just ruled out pre-game prayers at football games in Texas. I looked on it as just one most right being taken away from us Christians. So I sat down in my living room and wrote this column.
I had no idea at the time that it would appear in newspapers and church bulletins all over the country.
I was interviewed on a Washington D.C. radio station.
It has gone around the world and back several times, thanks to the World Wide Web.
Believers love it. Atheists despise it.
That makes me doubly proud.
Friends I have made the last eight years -- even my mother-in-law -- had a copy of the column that someone had e-mailed to them. But they didn't know I had written it until they met me.
That's because Paul Harvey has taken a lot of credit for it.
It appeared online in "Paul Harvey says," but Paul Harvey never said it.
Truthorfiction.com will verify this.
Check out this link --- http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/g/gholson.htm
But truth is I didn't write it either.
I am not that good a writer. You all know that.
Give God credit for this one. His Spirit wrote it. I just did the typing.
If you have already read it, read it again.
It's worth your time.
Some people, it seems, get offended way too easily.
I mean, isn't that what all this prayer hullabaloo is all about - people getting offended? At least that's what I hear the courts and the ACLU telling us.
If you read Sound Off, you know I am not easily offended. Outside of getting run off the road by a Mack truck, nothing much offends me. Daddy and Mama gave little Nicky a sense of humor.
Some people, however, either weren't born with a sense of humor or they lost it in a crap game.
These people are still in the minority, but those of us in the majority are always tippy-toeing around, trying to make sure we don't step on the toes or hurt the feelings of the sense of humorless.
And you can bet there's a lawyer standing on every corner making sure we don't.
Take this prayer deal. It's absolutely ridiculous.
Some atheist goes to a high school football game, hears a kid say a short prayer before the game and gets offended. So he hires a lawyer and goes to court and asks somebody to pay him a whole bunch of money for all the damage done to him.
You would have thought the kid kicked him in the crotch.
Damaged for life by a 30-second prayer? Am I missing something here?
I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in December. I don't agree with Darwin, but I didn't go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his theory of evolution.
Life, liberty or your pursuit of happiness will not be endangered because someone says a 30-second prayer before a football game.
So what's the big deal?
It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they believe in and asking him to grant safety to the players on the field and the fans going home from the game.
"But it's a Christian prayer," some will argue.
Yes, and this is the United States of America, a country founded on Christian principles. And we are in the Bible Belt. According to our very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber all others better than 200-to-1.
So what would you expect - somebody chanting Hare Krishna?
If I went to a football game in Jerusalem, I would expect to hear a Jewish prayer. If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad, I would expect to hear a Muslim prayer. If I went to a ping-pong match in China, I would expect to hear someone pray to Buddha.
And I wouldn't be offended. It wouldn't bother me one bit.
When in Rome . . .
"But what about the atheists?" is another argument.
What about them? Nobody is asking them to be baptized. We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just humor us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too much, bring a Walkman or a pair of earplugs. Go to the bathroom. Visit the concession stand. Call your lawyer.
Unfortunately, one or two will make that call. One or two will tell thousands what they can and cannot do.
I don't think a short prayer at a football game is going to shake the world's foundations. Nor do I believe that not praying will result in more serious injuries on the field or more fatal car crashes after the game.
In fact, I'm not so sure God would even be at all these games if he didn't have to be. That's just one of the down sides of omnipresence. Do you think God Almighty himself would have watched Spearman beat Panhandle 50-0 Friday night if he didn't have to?
If God really liked sports, the Russians would never have won a single gold medal, New York would never play in a World Series and Deion's toe would be healed by now.
Christians are just sick and tired of turning the other cheek while our courts strip us of all our rights. Our parents and grandparents taught us to pray before eating, to pray before we go to sleep. Our Bible tells us to pray without ceasing.
Now a handful of people and their lawyers are telling us to cease praying.
God, help us.
And if that last sentence offends you - well, just sue me.
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Jeffress quickly makes headlines in Dallas
October 23, 2007It didn't take long for our old buddy, Robert Jeffress, to make headlines in Dallas.
Give this guy credit, he knows how to get folks riled up.
And sometimes -- the headlines he makes -- don't really say what he said.
That just throws gasoline on the fire.
For instance, the headline on the Dallas Morning News web site read:
"Dallas Minister: Vote for a Christian, not Mitt Romney."
Close, but wrong.
What the former First Baptist Hooterville Falls and now First Baptist Dallas pastor said in his Sept. 30 sermon was: "If a person is supporting Romney, that's fine. But don't confuse him with being a Christian."
Romney, a Republican candidate for president, is a Mormon.
Baptists, like Jeffress, believe the Mormon church is a cult.
That's not news.
"Cult," to me is too strong of a word.
Jim Jones purple Kool-Aid drinkers were a cult
David Koresh's Branch Davidians were a cult.
Heaven's Gate was a cult.
To lump the Mormons in with those nuts is just wrong.
But, like Jeffress, I also don't believe the Mormon Church is really a Christian church.
If Jeffress were to tell everyone that the Bible is the Word of God -- BUT that he has written a new book -- "The Book of Bob" that we need to look upon as addition to that Word and believe just like they believe the Bible -- well, that's what Mormonism is all about.
Joseph Smith declared himself a latter day prophet and added the "Book of Mormon" to the Bible.
You will find many Mormons to be much more moral than Christians.
Mitt Romney may even be more moral than Robert Jeffress.
But being good, moral person doesn't make a person a Christian.
At the same time being a Christian certainly doesn't always make a person a good president.
See George W. Bush.
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Goodbye to three stars
October 19, 2007We said goodbye to three stars this week.
Joey Bishop, the last of the Rat Pack, died at age 89.
Debroah Kerr, remembered mostly for her kissing scene with Burt Lancaster in "From Here to Eternity," is gone at age 86.
Teresa Brewer, one of the most famous female singers of the 1950's, died at 79.
Bishop was the biggest name of the three, just because of his association with Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr. and Peter Lawford in the famed Rat Pack.
The original Ocean's 11 was a really good movie with a clever ending.
Joey Bishop tried to be Johnny Carson but failed.
What the late-night "Joey Bishop Show" on ABC did was discover an even bigger name.
Regis Philbin was to Bishop in 1969 what Ed McMahon was to Johnny Carson.
I can remember only one song that Teresa Brewer sang, but I could recognize her voice anywhere.
That song was a dud.
"I Love Mickey" was written by her about Mickey Mantle.
And it went like this.
"If I don't make a hit with him,
my heart will break in two.
I wish that I could catch him
and pitch a little woo."
Enough of that. You get the point.
Kerr was a great actress who won a Golden Globe for "The King and I" with Yul Bryner; won a Tony Award; was nominated for six Academy Awards and nominated for one Emmy.
So long, friends, you made this world a better place while you were here.
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Bowling, bowling, bowling -- keep those balls a rolling
October 18, 2007I woke up this morning feeling like Don Carter.
Just in case you don't know who Don Carter is -- and shame, shame, shame on you if you don't, he was once upon a time the bowling champeen of the whole wide world.
Don Carter wasn't one of those "sling it and bring it" style bowlers like you see on TV today. He had this old-fashioned form and style. He was bowling 300 games and 800 series long before fancy equipment and technology watered down the sport.
They've made the game so easy that even an old fart like me like do it.
And last night I did it better than I ever have.
I bowled a 695 series.
Now, if you don't bowl, 695 doesn't mean a thing to you.
It is averaging right at 232 a game.
Still doesn't rock your boat?
THEN QUIT READING.
For those of you who have no life and are still with me, I had eight straight strikes from the second through the ninth frames in my first game -- a 246.
It was so strange. I almost felt like I was throwing the ball and somebody else was knocking down the pins.
I started the second game with six strikes in a row and bowled 257.
I needed 197 to reach the 700 mark that I had always thought unreachable for me -- a 170-something average bowler.
I missed 7 pin in the middle of the third game and had to settle for 192.
I doubt if I will ever bowl like that again, but damn, it was fun while it lasted.
And it came in the same week when I shot 83 on the golf course -- abut six shots better than average -- and made the final table in two poker tournaments, finishing fourth and third.
Thanks for reading. I just had to tell somebody about it.
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60 years of bliss? Put in on the front page
October 17, 2007We always bury their story back in the "C" section of the Sunday paper.
But, to me, it's front page news.
Any man who can stay married to the same woman for 60 years -- now that's a big story.
I have been married for almost half of my life now.
Next July 4, I will celebrate my 29th anniversary.
One year with my first wife.
14 with No. 2.
6 with No. 3.
And 8 with No. 4.
At that rate, I would need four wives to reach 60.
Either that or my wife Jenee' and I would have to put up with each other for another 31 years.
So now you see why I think 60-year anniversary stories are front page news.
And if you have checked out our Sunday paper recently, you know it could use some news on the front page.
As I was thinking about living 60 years with the same woman, I began to wonder what is the record for the longest marriage.
Liu Yang-wan and Liu Yung-yang were married in 1917.
The Taiwanese couple was together when she died in the summer of 2003.
That's 85 years and seven months.
If neither dies while I am writing this, a Rhode Island couple -- John and Amelia Rocchio -- have reportedly been married for 84 years.
Maybe the strangest marriage record of them all belongs to a Tennessee couple who have been married just 23 years but have had their vows renewed 83 times.
"We love telling each other we love each other," the husband said.
In my lifetime, I might have told 83 women I loved them, but most of the time, I had my fingers crossed.
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Happy Big Boss Man Day to You
October 16, 2007You probably didn't know it, but today is a holiday.
National Boss Day.
We didn't decorate this year.
Didn't put up our Boss Day tree.
Didn't hang up a Darrell Coleman blow-up doll in our front yard.
Didn't do any Boss Day shopping.
No Boss Day turkey and dressing will be served tonight.
In fact, I didn't even know it was Boss Day until I read our editorial page today.
So how do I celebrate this holiday?
(A.) Kiss Darrell's butt.
(B.) Buy Darrell a new tie.
(C.) Kiss Darrell's butt.
(D.). Take Darrell to lunch
(E.) Kiss Darrell's Butt.
(F.) Go to Darrell's office and sing Happy Boss Day.
(G.) Kiss Darrell's Butt
Pucker up, Nicky boy.
Just went by Darrell's office to give him his kiss, but the line is too long.
It looks like Six Flags over there.
The guy hasn't got this much adoration since Burkburnett High School named him JV Golf Team Water Boy of the Year back in the 70s.
I guess nobody told these dummies that George Cogswell has really been their boss the last four years.
Don't they read the Scripps newsletter?
I think I'm going to pass on the butt-smooching and just buy him a cheap card.
After all, who do you really think came up with the National Boss Day idea?
I bet it was Hallmark.
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Why not Dogpatch Elementary? At least we know where it is
October 12, 2007When all this talk about naming the two new schools started, a friend told me I should ask to be on one of the naming committees.
With all the good choices for names out there, I was confident that anybody could come up with a couple of good ones.
I was wrong.
Did you read in our paper today the 10 possible names these two commitees came up with?
Southern Hills Elementary or Southern Hills Academy?
This works for a Tulsa golf course where there are hills.
Where are the hills in Southern Hills?
Scotland Park Elementary?
Wow, how long did it take to come up with that?
Falls Valley Elementary?
Really stupid but not nearly as stupid as the next one -- Lone Star Academy. That was the worst of the bunch.
And then there is always Riverview Elementary.
We're not naming a cemetery here, folks.
I am also against Charyle Farris Elementary. We have had too many great educators in this town to have to name a school after a lawyer.
What's next -- Steven M. Williams Elementary or Monte J. White and Associates Academy?
I don't know Fred Barnett, and I have lived here 60 years. Lee Anderson has been around almost that long and he doesn't know him either. They say he was the principal of Carrigan. May be deserving. Don't know.
But what if people got it mixed up with Ed Barnett?
Merle Anthony Elementary is a good idea. Mrs. Anthony made me get licks one time in high school and I still hold a grudge. But she is the best the committees came up with.
Eddie Lake Bunton was "Mrs. Music" in the WFISD for many, many years. So I am all for her.
But these two names came out of the same commitee.
Does that mean both can't be used?
To the WFISD. Next time you need to name a school, forget the committee stuff.
Buy me a cold beer and I will do it for you.
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My vote counts, and that's what's wrong with America
October 11, 2007Channel 3 sent a cameraman to our office yesterday to do a "get out the vote" promo.
I had a big speech prepared on why we should vote.
I wanted a picture of Jerry Luecke sitting on my desk while I was on camera.
But all they wanted were three words.
So that's whay I gave them.
With a face made for radio, I smiled into the camera and said "My vote counts."
I still had my speech in my pocket.
Now you are going to get it today.
"My vote counts -- and that's what is wrong with America"
By Nicky Gholson
If voting for presidents was like playing baseball -- I would never be in the starting lineup. In fact, I would get kicked off the team quicker than you can say George W. Bush.
It all started back in 1968 -- my first year to vote for the president.
Being an anti-Vietnam war guy, I wanted LBJ and anything that resembled him kicked out of Washington. I would have voted for Bobby Kennedy but Siran Siran (what kind of name is that?) stopped that.
So I voted for Richard Nixon over LBJ's VP Hubert Humphrey.
Realing what an idito Nixon was, I voted for the anti-war platform of George McGovern in 1972.
That was about as close as Liston-Patterson.
After Gerald Ford pardoned the crooked Nixon, I voted against him and for Jimmy Carter in 1976.
Carter was a weak president, but a good man. So I voted for his re-election in 1980 and he lost to Reagan.
I voted for Reagan in 1984. He was a pretty good president. Didn't take no shit from anybody.
"My vote counts."
Then I voted for daddy George Bush in 1988. A good guy who screwed up by not finishing Sadam off in Iraq. But I forgave him for that and voted for him again in 1992 when he lost to Clinton.
I voted for Dole against Clinton in 1996.
Today, I really like Bill Clinton. So I voted wrong in both of those elections.
Then came 2000 and 2004, I voted for George W. because I liked him when he was owner of the Texas Rangers.
I can't stand him as president of this country.
So my vote counted in the last 10 presidential elections.
But I got in wrong seven times.
If the presidential election were today, I would vote for Hillary if for no other reason than to an attempt to excuse my 0-for-2 record against Bill.
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"Please see TENNIS on Page 3A:"
October 10, 2007Before I write this, I want to apologize to my loyal readers for not being loyal to you.
I have not been consistent writing these blogs mainly because football season is a busy time for me. But if you are still out there, I will try to write at least four of these a week.
My numbers were understandably down considerably last month, so I may have lost all of you.
I am asking you to comment at the end of this just to let me know there are people still reading.
Thanks.
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Ever since Gutenberg invented his press, newspapers have been trying to figure out what to do with "jumps."
"Jumps" are stories that start on page and are continued on another one.
Somewhere I once read that only 10 percent of readers go to the "jump page" and finish a story.
Knowing that, newspapers have tried to either reduce or completely eliminate "jumps."
The problem is most of the time we writers act like we are getting paid by the word.
Our stories are long and drawn out and create a nightmare for newspaper designers.
Although sometimes I admit it is hard to tell it, our paper still tries to look decent.
If something is pretty to look at, it will attract more readers.
And nobody wants to look at globs and globs of type.
So we have to jump stories.
But what we don't have to do is what this paper did this morning.
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The only story on the front page that I thought was worth investing my time to read was the one about naming two tennis courts at Wichita Falls High School.
The big problem was only one paragraph and one half of a sentence was on the front page.
Midway through the second paragraph, it says "Please see Tennis on Page 3A."
Now either somebody is really smart and is tricking the 90 percent "non-jump readers" into reading a jump or somebody is just stupid and did not run enough of the story to get important part on the front page.
All I wanted to know was which two people had courts named after them.
The paper made me go to Page 3A to find out it was Linda Merrill and Robbie Sargent. The names were at the end of the sentence that jumped.
I worked for 2 1/2 years as news editor for the Times and if I had done something like that, Charles Ward or Don James would have met me at the door, screaming in my face.
But that was then and now is now.
Nobody screams anymore.
Nobody grabs a telephone and wakes up a person who didn't get off work until 1 a.m. just to bitch him out about doing something stupid.
Don't want to hurt someone's feelings now, do we?
So it will happen again and again and again and again and again.
And 90 percent of the readers won't give a damn.
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I'm a Romosexual
October 9, 2007Can you believe Tony Romo?
Whem Bill Parcells finally jerked Drew Bledsoe and let Romo play against the Giants last season, he threw an interception on I think his first pass.
But he came back and had one helll of a November.
Then in the playoffs, he screws up the simple job of "holder" and the Cowboys go one-and-done.
People questioned why that would do to Romo's psyche.
Absolutely nothing. The Cowboys have opened this season 5-0.
Romo gets a horrrible snap out in shotgun against the Rams and turns it into a 4-yard gain, a first down and a touchdown drive that ends with his own TD run.
But Monday night was the most unbelievable of all.
Five interceptions, one lost fumble -- and he won?
He found a way to beat the Buffalo Bills.
Now he has to go play the best team in the NFL, the Patriots, and a quarterback with three Super Bowl rings, Tom Brady.
Warning. Don't bet against Romo.
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OK, I'm a grumpy old man; Where's Ann and Sophia?
October 8, 2007I admit I have something in common with Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon.
No, I'm not dead -- not yet.
I have become a grumpy old man.
The only difference between me and the movie characters Max Goldman (Matthau) and John Gustafason (Lemmon) is that I don't have Ann Margaret and Sophia Loren around to cheer me up.
I'm not sure when I became a grumpy old man.
But I am -- so deal with it.
I get pissed off when I order my bacon CRISP and the waitress brings three pieces of something that looks limper than my ---- no, I'm not going to say that.
Then last week I went to the drug store to pick up some prescriptions and there were six or seven people working in the pharmacy. ONE ONLY ONE WAITING ON CUSTOMERS.
The other five were laughing and talking about what they were going to do over the weekend.
I already knew what I would be doing. STANDING HERE STILL WAITING ON YOUR SON OF A B. (no, I won't say that either).
I also get frustrated with some of the crap that goes on here at the paper.
And in true life Matthau-Lemmon style, I say what I think.
Problem is nothing I bitch about will probably ever get fixed.
The bosses will just shrug and say to each other -- "Hey, it's just Nick -- He's a grumpy old man."
I wish Ann Margaret and Sophia Loren were here to help me get ungrumpy.
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The Hirschi bus 'scoop' -- two weeks late
October 4, 2007Should this story have been reported in our paper?
You make the call.
While riding a school bus to Memorial Stadium for a Thursday football night game against Breckenridge on Sept. 20, two Hirschi players reportedly got into a fight.
One of the players, a senior who had a prominent role on the team, knocked out a bus windshield with this fist. Much of the shattered glass hit a new car being driven next to the bus and chipped its windshield.
When it looked like another fight might break out, the bus driver called auhorities and pulled the bus over.
The strange thing about this is there were no Hirschi coaches on that bus.
A coach showed up after the bus had been pulled over by Wichita Falls Ford on Barnett Road.
So did the WFISD athletic director, the police and finally an ambulance.
The two players involved in the fight were left there at the scene, and the rest were taken to Memorial Stadium to join another busload that had been in front of them.
That's when the fighting stopped.
Breckenridge scored 30 points on the Huskies and won the game 58-7.
The game was reported.
The bus story -- mainly because it took about two weeks to get all the details -- never was.
So I guess this is a scoop -- if there is such a thing as a 2-week-old scoop.
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What is the world coming to when we can't rust a man with 40 wives and 60 kids anymore?
October 3, 2007Warren Jeffs has been convicted on two felony counts of rape as an accomplice and will now spend years, if not the rest of his life, in prison.
But the Salt Lake Tribune reports that fundamentalist Morons -- I mean fundamentalist Mormons -- will continue to stay devoted to their prophet. The newspaper points to that fact that Jeffs' followers haven't increase in the year he has been in jail.
Here is a re-run of a blog I wrote about this nut at the time of his arrest.
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Personally, I haven't been hot for a 13-year-old girl since I was about 14,.
So I never realized what a turn-on these young girls can be to older men until the Internet came along and exposed that a huge percentage of dirty old men are dirty old pedophiles.
This Jon Mark Karr ordeal shed light on how these dirty old guys move to Thailand to get their kicks.
And now we get the story of polygamist Warren Steed Jeffs -- arrested just outside Las Vegas on Monday -- who faces charges that he arranged marriages with 13-year-old girls and older men.
What is the world coming to when we can't trust a man with 40 wives and 60 kids anymore?
Back when I was a kid and my Mama worked as a waitress at the Marchman Hotel coffee shop, I used to drop in just about every day to get a free lunch.
One day she had a special surprise for me.
"Guess who's staying here at the hotel?" she asked me.
"Marilyn Monroe and Elvis?" I answered.
"Close," she said. "He is a blonde and sings rock and roll."
The answer was now obvious -- the great Jerry Lee Lewis.
"Great Balls of Fire."
Jerry Lee, who had a gig that night at the old MB Corral, had eaten breakfast at the hotel that morning and Mama had him agree to meet her 12-year-old son and sign an autograph.
She gave him his room number, and I nervously rode the elevator up to the top floor.
I knocked on the door.
Jerry Lee did not answer.
Instead, a girl my age opened the door. I didn't know Jerry Lee had a daughter my age.
Later in life I learned that was not his daughter.
It was his wife.
At the age of 23, Jerry Lee married Myra Gale Brown, his 13-year-old second cousin once removed.
But Jerry Lee was not the only rock star to be hot for a 13-year-old.
Bill Wyman, the bass player for the Rolling Stones from 1962 to 1991, was 47 when he began dating 13-year-old Mandy Smith in 1983.
Strange thing is the Stones guitarist had the blessing of Mandy's mom to date her daughter.
They dated for six years and then got married. Wyman was 53. Mandy was 19.
The marriage lasted just one year.
Then the story gets stranger.
After the breakup, Wyman's 30-year-old son, Stephen, decides to marry Mandy's mom, thus becoming the stepfather to his former stepmother.
Had Wyman and Mandy remarried, then Stephen would have been his father's father-in-law and his own grandfather.
And you just thought Keith Richards was the strange one of the group.
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