We’re Not Sharks
Accountability
Ownership
Taking responsibility
It’s a lost art
Gone by way of the cassette tape and the Model T
In the human world, anyway
Too much pride
A shark will spit out a misidentified surfer
No hard feelings
“Hey, sorry about that”
Not us, though
Man would chomp down on that wetsuit
Choke it down just to save face
Blame the surfer
Shouldn’t have been out there
One thing is certain
We’re not as accountable as sharks
My Band, Blabpipe
Cold Case: Ralph Williams charged with the murder of Carla Lowe in 1983, due to new technology
Carla Lowe
Find-A-Grave: Carla E Lowe
Arrest made in cold case murder in Delray Beach
Arrest Made in 1983 Cold Case Murder of Broward County Woman
New technology leads to arrest in 1983 Delray Beach cold case homicide
Florida man arrested after fingerprint is linked to killing of 21-year-old woman in 1983: “I never thought this day would come”
Fingerprint leads Florida police to arrest man in 1983 cold case killing
Woman Was Found Slain Near Fla. Train Station in 1983: How New Fingerprint Technology Led to Arrest
Fingerprint linked to 1983 Florida slaying leads to suspect’s arrest on murder charge
Florida man charged with 21-year-old woman’s killing nearly 40 years later
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The Runt
I’ve hunted with my dad since I was old enough to trudge through the woods. We experienced it all; the highs of harvesting good bucks, the lows of not seeing deer or just missing them, and plenty of laughs along the way. The rifle season of 2008, however, produced a story that we still speak of consistently today. This is the story of The Runt.
I was sitting in my trusty ground blind on opening day that year. It had been a slow morning with zero deer sighting past the lunch hour. Not long after I consumed the final morsel of my turkey sandwich, I heard a commotion down by the stand of softwoods out in front of me. Without warning, on a dead run were four deer, followed closely by a grunting one. As they were moving briskly through the flat 100 yards away, I hastily pulled up and checked through my scope. The first four were all doe, while the fifth deer had small spikes. They raced out of sight, with the buck grunting along the way. I put my gun down and had a chuckle. That boy thought he was a big man and the ladies wanted nothing o do with him.
The following afternoon, I met Dad at our usual meeting spot at dark. He had a twinkle in his eye as if he couldn’t wait to tell me a story. He said he saw a doe approaching at a steady walk that suddenly began galloping through the hardwoods toward him. Behind her was a small fawn, also on a mission. When the deer closed to within 15 yards, he heard the grunting and realized the “fawn” was actually a small spike horn. He then had a front row seat to the doe running in circles with the buck following in lock step, grunting dozens of time, before the two deer disappeared. Dad said the doe towered over the buck and he wondered how the male deer would ever be able to mount the object of his affection.
I was back in my normal spot on the fourth morning. At about 9:00 AM, I spotted a deer off to my right, coming my way. Immediately, I heard grunting. I thought, “Oh no, here we go again.” The Runt, as Dad and I now affectionately called him, was closing in. They walked from my right to left and up a bank, getting to within 20 yards, giving me a great look at them. The buck couldn’t go more than 80 pounds. I got on the radio with Dad and we had a chuckle about seeing the big boy again. This is probably the only time in my deer hunting experience when I couldn’t wait for the deer to get out of there.
That was the last either of us saw of The Runt. I’m not sure what actually happened to him. I’m assuming he got to be too big for his britches and got run off by a larger deer. In all honesty, it wouldn’t take much. Dad and I talk about him frequently to this day. Maybe five or six years later, one of us wondered out loud, half-jokingly, if he would be a small four pointer yet. Long live The Runt.
First Battle of Ypres 19th Oct 1914
The Great War. For history fanatics, check this out.
On October 19, 1914, near the Belgian city of Ypres, Allied and German forces begin the first of what would be three battles to control the city and its advantageous positions on the north coast of Belgium during the First World War.
After the German advance through Belgium and eastern France was curtailed by a decisive Allied victory in the Battle of the Marne in late September 1914, the so-called “Race to the Sea” began, as each army attempted to outflank the other on their way northwards, hastily constructing trench fortifications as they went. The race ended in mid-October at Ypres, the ancient Flemish city with its fortifications guarding the ports of the English Channel and access to the North Sea beyond.
After the Germans captured the Belgian city of Antwerp early in October, Antwerp’s remaining Belgian forces along with troops of the British Expeditionary Force (BEF), commanded by Sir…
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O’Neil, Hodges, Miñoso, Kaat, Oliva, Fowler get baseball HOF — MLB | NBC Sports
Buck O’Neil joined Gil Hodges, Minnie Miñoso, Tony Oliva, Jim Kaat and Bud Fowler in getting chosen for the Hall of Fame by two veterans committees.
O’Neil, Hodges, Miñoso, Kaat, Oliva, Fowler get baseball HOF — MLB | NBC Sports
Crispy chicken sticks with sesame
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Missing in California: The Case of Khadijah Britton
Khadijah Rose Britton was born April 22nd, 1994. Daughter of Connie and Jerry Britton, Khadijah is a proud Wailiki member of the Round Valley Tribes in Covelo California, out of Mendocino County. Khadijah had a large, loving family. She was especially close with her Aunt Laura, who has become a champion for the missing woman since her disappearance.
Khadijah grew up excelling at school and sports in her tiny community. She was especially talented in basketball, an all-star on her team- the Lady Mustangs. Her cousins and siblings, who called her Dij, remember her fondly at family parties as always being the one to get a game going. In the many interviews I listened to, you can hear the love and the longing in their voices, especially as they recount how they miss her smile that could light up a room.
Although Khadijah had an encouraging family and a bright…
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