Story here.
The video of her "interview" with the 70 year old is on youtube.com here.
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10.17.2007
The Wreck Of The John Fitzgerald
This portion of an email
So next time you meet a guy of my caliber, instead of trying to turn it around, just get to the gym! I will even give you one free training session, so you don't blow it with the next [guy like me who is] 8.9 on Hot or Not, Ivy League grad, Mensa member, can bench/squat/leg press over 1200 lbs., has had lunch with the secretary of defense, has an MBA from the top school in the country, lives in a Buckhead high rise, drives a Beemer convertible, has been in 14 major motion pictures, was in Jezebel's Best dressed, etc. Oh, that is right, there aren't any more of those!Has caused this man a lot of pain.
Where it got posted. His explanation.
Jeterville
This is kinda long, but I thought it was interesting.
I've written occasionally about "Jeterville." A guy came across my reference to it on the Internet and sent me this email yesterday:
[In] 1977, my parents . . . owned and operated this convenient store and Fina gas station called Jeters. We put up a sign and T-shirts that read "Jeterville, population 6 and 1 cat". Which described our family at the time. A promotional thing my Mom came up with, as I remember. When I came across your writing it took me back to that time in my life. I'm sure you could care less but maybe you'll find some interest in my e-mail. One summer evening, around that same time, I was at the store with Dad . . . when I saw a big tour bus pull up to the store, the gas pumps exactly. I stopped in my tracks at the front window when I saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever experienced. She had long thick flowing blond hair; the kind that when the Texas night wind grabbed it it didn't let go. She wore this long black tattered dress with white skin that was reflected by any light. As she approached the store I began to notice another blond, but her hair was darker, almost red, a tall man with short hair in black leather, and then lastly this tall, lanky man with a beard and long hair; the classic 70's look to me. As they approached the front glass door with me square in the middle of it, in a trance, I didn't move; the blond said " young man, you must have the biggest brown eyes I have ever seen", as she bent down to my level, she kissed me on the forehead. I was shocked. I'd never been kissed before, other than my mother. And as she kissed me she smelled funny to me. Later in life I learned about pot and that was her smell, I'll never forgot that scent. I stepped aside and waited until the lanky man passed through, as Dad pleaded, but lovingly, "Boy, stay out of the way". As if we were visited by royalty. Dad had an expression on his face I had never noticed before . . . . I remember walking out and getting into the tour bus; it was dark with that smell I mentioned before, and Dad and I listening to the women singing to guitar music. I remember the blond giving me another kiss before they left. A short time later Dad said "Boy," (and he never started a sentence to me without starting with boy), "Don't forget tonight, because you spent time with Mick Fleetwood." I really had no clue what he meant until years later. Way later. I, probably in high school, realized I spent time with Fleetwood Mac and was kissed by Stevie Nix, listened and experienced a small piece of their life on the road in the late 70's. I appreciate that experience I had, now, especially now that Mom passed in 1984, Dad passed in 1997 and sister Sammye passed in 1993. Only 3 left in the population of Jeterville, Texas; and no cat . . . Thanks for the memory . . .
I've written occasionally about "Jeterville." A guy came across my reference to it on the Internet and sent me this email yesterday:
[In] 1977, my parents . . . owned and operated this convenient store and Fina gas station called Jeters. We put up a sign and T-shirts that read "Jeterville, population 6 and 1 cat". Which described our family at the time. A promotional thing my Mom came up with, as I remember. When I came across your writing it took me back to that time in my life. I'm sure you could care less but maybe you'll find some interest in my e-mail. One summer evening, around that same time, I was at the store with Dad . . . when I saw a big tour bus pull up to the store, the gas pumps exactly. I stopped in my tracks at the front window when I saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever experienced. She had long thick flowing blond hair; the kind that when the Texas night wind grabbed it it didn't let go. She wore this long black tattered dress with white skin that was reflected by any light. As she approached the store I began to notice another blond, but her hair was darker, almost red, a tall man with short hair in black leather, and then lastly this tall, lanky man with a beard and long hair; the classic 70's look to me. As they approached the front glass door with me square in the middle of it, in a trance, I didn't move; the blond said " young man, you must have the biggest brown eyes I have ever seen", as she bent down to my level, she kissed me on the forehead. I was shocked. I'd never been kissed before, other than my mother. And as she kissed me she smelled funny to me. Later in life I learned about pot and that was her smell, I'll never forgot that scent. I stepped aside and waited until the lanky man passed through, as Dad pleaded, but lovingly, "Boy, stay out of the way". As if we were visited by royalty. Dad had an expression on his face I had never noticed before . . . . I remember walking out and getting into the tour bus; it was dark with that smell I mentioned before, and Dad and I listening to the women singing to guitar music. I remember the blond giving me another kiss before they left. A short time later Dad said "Boy," (and he never started a sentence to me without starting with boy), "Don't forget tonight, because you spent time with Mick Fleetwood." I really had no clue what he meant until years later. Way later. I, probably in high school, realized I spent time with Fleetwood Mac and was kissed by Stevie Nix, listened and experienced a small piece of their life on the road in the late 70's. I appreciate that experience I had, now, especially now that Mom passed in 1984, Dad passed in 1997 and sister Sammye passed in 1993. Only 3 left in the population of Jeterville, Texas; and no cat . . . Thanks for the memory . . .
10.16.2007
It's Your Money
I've never understood Economic Development Corporations which are nothing more than a governmental entity funded by sales tax that normally goes into the city coffers. Already this year, the Decatur EDC has received over $1 million of your money. Money that could be used to pave roads and improve a water system.
The curious thing about EDCs is that they give your money to private companies to entice them to "relocate", and I've yet to figure out the guidelines for their generosity. (The EDC in Bridgeport has been roundly criticized for its choice of monetary recipients.)
So why this mild rant?
Tomorrow the Messenger will run a story on page 9A that deserves to be above the fold. The first sentence will read, " The Decatur Economic Development board Tuesday approved an agreement whereby Twisted X Boot Company will refund $40,000 of a $150,000 grant given the company to locate in Decatur."
Uh, guess what? They didn't relocate here. The company ended up near Alliance Airport presumably either buying land or securing a lease with cash they got from, uh, can I say the EDC? Although the new agreement requires the company to keep its "executive offices" in Decatur for three years (that doesn't mean much - a desk and a phone would suffice, I suppose), I guess they still get to keep $110,000. And you know what else? The company was supposed to get $200,000 but the EDC hadn't paid the remaining $50,000 before they apparently figured out that something was wrong.
No one will raise a fuss because that's the way we are. But we should.
Ellen Crys Cries On Her Show Today . . .
. . . and this clip made the NBC Nightly News tonight.
You know, as much as I wanted to make fun of this, I can't. You heart has to go out to her because she's so sincere.
Ka-Ching
There's been a little bit of news about "Baby Jessica" over the last couple of years as the former infant stuck in a pipe has graduated high school and started a family of her own.
But did you know that when she turns 25 she'll get "$1 million or more" from a trust fund that was created from all the money she received after she was rescued?
This Is Not Part Of The School's Mission Statement
Yeah, yeah, dear emailers, I heard about it.
An assistant football coach at Baylor was arrested for getting drunk and, uh, whizzing in and on a bar in Waco last weekend. This also happened in the early morning hours of what those in Waco refer to as "The Lord's Day."
Can I place a bet: That man is a gonner. We can handle being the worst football team in the nation, but public urination while all liquored up will not be tolerated.
Edit: I forgot to mention that the story was broken by the bartender who also works days as a reporter for the Waco Tribune Herald. Kind of makes me want to give up my journalism dreams.
If Only It Were Jane McGarry
Just heard this lady is leaving Channel 8. I really don't watch Channel 8 much anymore so I'm not sure if this is big news. (But I was interested to learn that she's married to a cop according to her bio.)
Now if Megan Henderson were leaving, that would be news. I mean curl-up-into-a-fetal-position kind of news.
Beaten Down With Ads
Is it just me, or are ads being shoehorned in everywhere? Case in point, when Fox would show a replay last night, they would flash up this graphic for a second or two.
And not to pick on Transformers, but when the Fox NFL pre-game show (which is a beating in general) started up two weekends ago, Kurt Menefee opened up with "Well the Transformers DVD will be released in two weeks but we've got some good games today." (Paraphrasing only slightly.)
And one of the strangest developments is that I'll swear some commercials are being disguised as news on the radio. It was either WBAP or KRLD that did a story a couple of months ago about the anniversary of 7-11's slurpee. But the story ended with "7-11 also has introduced new lasagne dishes in its delis." (Paraphrasing.) That wasn't news. That was a paid commercial.
10.15.2007
Is This True?
So I finally got around to reading Steve Blow's column in yesterday's Dallas Morning News (which I rarely do since it is typically just dribble), but he was on a topic that always has my interest: Who buys those multi-million dollar homes? Although he never answered the question that he asked, this excerpt got my attention:
Is that true? I know nothing about oil and gas, so someone answers me this. If I hold the mineral rights to a piece of property and a natural gas well hits, how much am I going to make under a standard contract?At the moment, 38 homes in Dallas and the Park Cities are listed for sale at more than $5 million on Realtor.com.
(If we drop down to the shabby $2 million range, there are 1,793 such homes on the tax rolls and 213 for sale.)
So who buys these houses?
David [a relator] said it's hard to answer because wealth arrives in so many ways. One obvious candidate: anyone lucky enough to own oil and gas property.
"This has been a very good time in oil and gas," he said. "A lot of people are looking to trade up at this point."
A whole new influx of wealth has come from the nearby Barnett Shale natural gas discoveries. "There are a lot of people who weren't really well-off at all, but they happened to own 100 acres of the old family farm. Now, they are very well-off," David said.
"Are you a trigger happy kind of person? Is that what what you wanted to do? Shoot to kill?"
There's a story on the news tonight about a guy in Dallas who has killed two people on two separate occasions over the last couple of weeks after they broke into his shop.
Fox 4's Rebecca Aguilar kind of ambushed the 70 year old shooter today with an interview. I hate watching video on news sites as much as you do, this is probably worth it. I'm not sure what she is so hostile about.
Link.
Worst News Report Ever
Ok, I just heard the last part of a newscast on WBAP. I heard the words "Bridgeport Tank Trucks" and "smoke can be seen for miles."
That's all I know. Heck, I could be mistaken. It might be a wreck in the metroplex. It might be something else. I might be nothing.
Anyone clear this up?
Edit: It's the Bridgeport Tank Trucks plant in Keene. Channel 8 is all over it. (I didn't even know they had a plant down there).
That's all I know. Heck, I could be mistaken. It might be a wreck in the metroplex. It might be something else. I might be nothing.
Anyone clear this up?
Edit: It's the Bridgeport Tank Trucks plant in Keene. Channel 8 is all over it. (I didn't even know they had a plant down there).
Who Are These People?
Saw this ad in the Messenger this weekend and, although its hard to read, it promotes the new real estate development by Larry Cole near Boyd. The cheapest home listed was for $449,900. This subject has briefly come up on The Blog before, but who are all those people buying all those homes?
More on the development here with a map of the subdivision here.
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