We’re geeks, damnit!
“Thieves use excavator to steal ATM machine containing 52 million yen“
 52 million Yen works out to about $440,000 dollars. Not content to snag just the cash, they took the whole ATM! Attacked it with one of those cute little digger things, which was stolen too! Gives me something to aspire too, lemme tell ya.
This reminds me of the guys who ripped off a tow truck from the St. Louis bus garage, and used it (and a chain) to snatch an ATM from the bank around the corner from my old house.
BACKDROP AND PREAMBLE:
In the early part of the 90’s, I was a too-young honcho at a big salt plant here. Like all young and newly empowered managers in humongous organizations, I first got brutalized by the older (and one or two level up) and more vicious killers (that mostly suffered from the ‘miniscule male member’ syndrome). An example was a punishingly low-IQ egomaniac sales manager up north at the Chicago headquarters. He wasted no time in pinning my ears back. I provide all of this to reveal the backdrop of my life at the time of this story; this was where my mind was when the story below occurs. Continue reading ‘A Delightful Farm Lady’
Last summer, my then-17-year-old son needed a car. For me to ‘loan’ him anymore money to repair/restore his (hormonally) destroyed Acura was folly. In the County of St Louis, where bus service is deplorable and auto transportation essential for productively working (and not bleeding a dad), I hooked him up with a car. Continue reading ‘The Big Take-away - A Youngster Under Enabling Care’
Numerology is a lot bigger in Europe than in the U.S. It doesn’t appear in newspapers as the fake and superficial ‘how your day will be’ crap feature as the late Jeanne Dixon’s syndicated “Astrology” column did. Numerology goes back significantly further than astrology, or than any other metaphisical study. Continue reading ‘Royston, UK - Numerology Counts the Present’
1867’s pretty old for a church in my town, or any town in this longitude. A wealthy man named Richard Lockwood rode his cart, family in tow, to the church he built in Webster. His farm, though, was considerably far of a commute (to church, anyway) in those days. Prior to the first services being held, he’d milk his cows, tend the stable, and trot from what’s now McCausland Ave (Dogtown) where he owned at least (and probably more) 100 acres on to the west of the north/south lane that was already dotted with homes that surrounded his home (torn down in 1907) and fields (developed into homes and lots during the ‘04 StL Worlds’ Fair period). He named his creation Emmanuel Episcopal church, the first of four built in Webster that year, and second overall to ‘The Baptist Church’ down in the Kirkham creek (between Rock Hill and Gore) where slaves and servants came down from the Douglass Manor (N. Elm) to worship–THAT’s an old church, wooden frame long gone, but at nearly exact same spot, a ‘new’ one now sports ‘01 brick facade. Few if any white folks here, even a generation ago, know a thing about this, but they’re not asking, either. Continue reading ‘My Old Church’
I got off work today after finishing up stuff down in Marion, IL, and by virtue of where I was coming from and where I needed to go (home to pay a couple more bills, deposit my paycheck, etc) I crossed the I-255 bridge (JB Bridge and her unique pink steel suspension; very cool) and landed back into MO. Continue reading ‘Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery’
My Mac’s got Internet (streaming radio) that essentially makes the zillions of CD’s I’ve burned into my drive essentially obsolete.
I never tire of Bantanga—-a Spanish station that’s assuredly Central American. It took me awhile to see if the playlist for it (or any) such broadband casts exist anywhere, and they don’t–at least on-line. Continue reading ‘Bantanga Radio’
I’ve been a best man three times; in one the man (my friend) died. The other two are strong marriages with a total of four children my childrens’ ages. Continue reading ‘Beginning and Ending; The Quick and the Dead’
About a month and a half ago, I wrote a letter to a lady who loaned me a book she had. She put a mailing address sticker inside the front cover, a very smart practice, which had her address on it. Continue reading ‘A VERY Cool Lunch’
We’ve been in a wonderful day dawning, with the sun up to mid-morning. For decades, we’ve been beaten around by commercial radio and its commercials, and this has only gotten worse as the corporate conglomerates have reduced the total number of boadcasting network barons to less than eight or so. Continue reading ‘Streaming and Satellite Radio’
Phil Baker