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Ok, I've blogged here before about my love of the fall season. And I do, I love fall. It's my favorite time of year. A close second? Spring!
The sun is out...the breeze is warm (and when it's not, don't we all defy it and wear less than we should anyway? Achoo. Excuse me.). Mommies are out pushing their baby strollers, ladies are getting pedicures and showing off their fabulous new open-toed shoes, boys are out throwing the ball around (pick a sport, any sport), and people seem -- happier!
Another reason I love spring? One word. Derby.
I lived and worked in Louisville, KY for three years. I loved every minute of my time there, and I especially loved the first Saturday every May. The entire world turns its attention to the fastest two minutes in sports...the Kentucky Derby. Ladies wear their big beautiful fancy hats, men dress up in seersucker suits, young people get waaaay too drunk in the infield, and tons of celebrities swarm to the coolest place south of the Mason-Dixon line. Thousands buy Mint Juleps at Churchill Downs (only to find out how absolutely sweet and gross they are - blah!), they place their bets, sing the best state song in the world ("My Old Kentucky Home"), shed a tear or two, and then hold their breath... and... they're... off!
I have a Derby Day tradition every year (whether I'm in Louisville or not). I place a $10 bet on one horse to win it. Hey, no one every said I was a big spender. But I only pick the horse based on the name (not very scientific, I know...but even those who've been in the horse racing biz for years say "In the Derby race, anything can happen."). So, this year, I chose "Cowboy Cal." Why? Well, my late father grew up on a farm in rural Ohio. My Grandpa Davidson's name is Calvin, and yes, he goes by Cal. Hi Gramps!
Ok, $10 on Cowboy Cal to win it is!
Now Cowboy Cal's odds going into the race were 37-1. This is not a good thing...unless he wins! That's $370 friends!
So, Sautrday afternoon, I turned on the Kentucky Derby, held my breath...and from the 17th post position (also not a good thing)...Cowboy Cal had a great break from the gate! Wait, what's this? He's actually getting ahead of lots of those other horsies (ahem- including the favorite Big Brown). Wait, what's this now? He's in second place. He's still in second place. Now he's tied for first? He turns the final corner and...uh oh. Hang on here, people. He's in third place. He's in fourth. Where is he now? 6th? 8th? Aw, man! There's goes my 370 bucks...Mister 9th place on Derby Day...and there went the fabulous new open-toed shoes I had my eye on -- and the pedicure to go with them.
Oh well, only 363 days 'til I place my next bet.
Happy Spring everybody!
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Wow what a game last night!! Very exciting at the end...total upset. That's good tv. Ok, now to the other stuff people will be talking about today.
The commercials.
Which were your favorites? Which ones did you hate? I'll start us off.
Here's a list of my favorites:
1. Budweiser commercial where Hank the Clydesdale trains with the dalmation to make the "Budweiser Clydesdale" cut. Cute, funny, and loved the "Rocky" theme song. I gotta say, the Clydesdales win it for me every year.
2. The screaming animals in the Bridgestone Tire commercial. One word. Hysterical.
3. Two-way tie between the Talking Tide Stain (sooo funny) and the baby investor for E-trade. "I rented a clown...I really underestimated the creepienss." Classic.
Honorable mention: Will Ferrell as "Jackie Moon" saying "Bud Light, suck one." Nough said.
Ok, now to the fun part...the worst:
Honorable mention: The Michelle Branck look-alike singing in the (what seemed to be like a ten minute long) Doritos commercial. C'mon people. I'm a chick, and even I know there's a time and a place for mushy chick songs. The first quarter of the Superbowl ain't it.
3. What the heck do Naomi Campbell (yup, that was her), a bunch of dancing computer-generated lizzards, and Michael Jackson's Thriller have to do with Pepsi? Now, if they'd set Naomi's hair on fire...maybe.
2. The one where the heart jumps out of the woman's chest. Dude, I'm eating deer chili and nacho cheese dip...do you think I wanna see this right now?
1. And the loser is...the Audi commercial where the guy wakes up with a car engine in his bed, and then an Audi drives off out front. It's a spoof (and a bad one) of the infamous horse's head in the bed scene in The Godfather. Poorly executed...and I think I'm speaking for all who love that film.
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You don't have to be a huge sports fan to appreciate this blog. First thing's first...here's info from the AP wire explaining what I'm super annoyed about:
No more Jake in Cleveland. Cleveland's major league ballpark will be renamed Progressive Field u nder terms of an agreement between the Indians and the auto insurance company. The downtown stadium has been known since it opened in 1994 as Jacobs Field in honor of former team owner Richard E. Jacobs. It will be rebranded this year.
Ok, a bit of backstory. I'm from Cleveland, OH...born and raised. I saw Dick Jacobs speak at a luncheon when I was in high school. I clearly remember The Jake opening. I remember the summer of '96 when I went to 13 games. I remember the '95 and '97 seasons, when Albert Bell was our homerun king, and we made it further than we had in a long, long time. I remember thinking..."Ya know, Cleveland Municipal Stadium was great, but The Jake really rocks!!!"
So, you can imagine my shock, my dismay, my disbelief, and plain old "Nuh uh!" when I found out The Jake was being changed to "Progressive Field." What?!?!? After the insurance company?
I mean, they already changed "Gund Arena" (where the Cavs play) to "The Q." It may sound cool at first, but not-so-fast...it stands for "Quick-N-Loan"...LAME!!!!!! I'm just waiting for the third ball to drop. What will become of The Cleveland Browns Stadium? "The Prep" (short for "Preparation H Stadium")..."Can you hear me now" (aka Verizon Wireless Stadium).
I'm not dumb...i understand that sports is a business...and that means the place those businesses call "home" are always up for sale. But c'mon, people. How about holding onto the good old days...preserving a bit of history. I mean, couldn't the Progressive peeps just plaster their name everywhere, but keep the Jacobs Field name?
Or, here's a crazy idea...name the darn thing after a famous Indians player. "Feller Field" anyone? There's already a Bob Feller statue right outside the stadium ... and it sounds a heck of a lot better than "Starbucks Stadium."
I'm just saying...
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Let's talk about fun technologies...both the benefits and the drawbacks.
The Internet. Benefits: One word: Google. Drawbacks (at least from an employer's standpoint): Many words: MySpace, eBay, fantasy football, online shopping...(I could go on forever here).
Cell Phones. Benefits: Flat tire? No problem! Bored at the airport? No problem! Late picking someone up? No problem. Just call - or even better, text!! Drawbacks: Everyone is always on their stupid phone. Seriously. All. The. Time. (me included)
iPods. Benefits: Any song, anytime, anywhere. The Stones and Enya are back-to-back on mine. Drawbacks: Can't think of any. Cost, maybe?
E-mail (and this is really why I even started writing this blog). Now, this one can really get us into trouble. But let's stick with the pattern here.
Benefits: No more need for mom to leave a 15 minute voicemail on your cell (or machine at home -gasp- if you still have a land line) reminding you about (fill in appropriate line here, depending on your mom)... Other benefits: Quick, concise work notes to boss or co-workers..."Yes, I'll bring the nacho dip for the work potluck next week"..."Yes, boss, I can put in that extra 80 hours next week. Go team!"...or "Lost and found: anybody seen my black sock?" Don't ask.
But now, to the drawbacks of email: If you know me, you know I'm a talker. I'm a person who uses her facial expressions, voice tonal quality (ok, and volume) to tell stories, and boy oh boy do I like to use my hands...and arms...and legs occasionally...when I talk (I'm Italian, I can't help it). But, when writing an email...the only thing the person at the other end has got to go on...are your words. And believe me, words can take on different meanings depending on who's sending them, and who's receiving them.
Funny example: Last week, I was replying to the email of a person I don't know very well. I wrote this line: "I liked your Dockers story, but I'm surprised you weren't stoned while you were there." Oops.
Um, ok, let me explain. This person mentioned he had visited Miami University "back in the day" - which is where I went to school (and also where the Steeler's "Big Ben" went, fyi). He mentioned (jokingly) that he didn't wear Dockers while he was there, so he didn't think anyone liked him. It's a joke referring to the very "polished" look of the students who attend school there. Anywho...when I wrote the email, the meaning behind my "I'm surprised you weren't stoned while you were there" statement was... "I'm surprised people didn't throw stones at you" - funny, ha ha. After reading over my original sent email, I re-replied, and explained myself, and all was good. Few!
Then, there's the whole passive aggressive use/abuse of email. Some people (and you know who you are) like to use this technology tool to say things on a computer that really should be said in person. Face-to-face. Mano a mano. Capiche?
But, alas, email is easier. It's less emotional. And it certainly takes care of keeping you from getting the emotional feedback you're due...losing much in translation.
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Man, I love the fall. I mean I really love the fall!!! I know we're still very much entrenched in those hot summer days, but that cool weather we had last weekend gave me a taste of something I savor each year when it finally rolls around.
So many reasons to love the fall...
It's back to school time for kids (do I hear a collective "Yeah!" from you parents out there?
It's my birthday month (A "Yeah" from me, only, I'm sure).
Green leaves change to yellow.
Picking out pumpkins.
Yellow leaves change to orange.
Baking apple pies, pumpkin pies, blueberry pies (Do I hear a collective "Yeah!" from my co-workers?).
Orange leaves change to red.
Camp fires (roasting marshmallows a must!)
The Apply Harvest Festival in Arendtsville (I go every year!!)
Cool days, crisp nights.
Sweatshirts, socks, hot apple cider (with a twist - or without, whichever you prefer).
The wind.
My annual trip back home to Ohio where I meet-up with friends for dinner and drinks, and visit family members who I see way too seldom.
Hiking the Appalachian Trail in jeans and boots with my favorite dog.
Good thunderstorms.
One word: Halloween.
One more word: Thanksgiving.
Which leads me to two more words: stretchy pants.
I could go on and on... I mean I'm smiling just writing about it!! Happy fall everyone, albeit a bit premature!!
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Ok, you know how "Charlie" always used to say "Good morning Angels" through that groovy 70's style speaker phone to his three lovely ladies before they got their new "assignment" each week? Well, I'm lucky enough to be someone's "angel." Let me explain.
In the news biz, reporters do what we call "beat calls." Every morning when we get in, each reporter makes about a dozen or so calls to police departments around their given "beat" county to see if anything newsworthy happened over night.
I have the Dauphin County beat, which includes Middletown.
Every morning, I'd dial that number...and before I could even say hello, on the other end of the line would be a "Good morning, Angel." It was Bruce. Bruce T. Walter, the communications specialist for Middletown P.D. An all-around awesome guy.
It seemed like evryday he'd flood me with flattering comments. If I said, "Hey, Bruce, how you doing?" His reply would be, "Better, now that I'm talking to you." Just really sweet. Enough to make even this "cynical" reporter smile and start her day off right.
He'd fill me in on what happened overnight in Middletown - whether it was just a few traffic stops, or if an arrest had been made in a case I was working. Always helpful, always polite, always kind. Always Bruce.
And we'd occasionally get into more personal things. He'd say, "I'm off all next week to work on the house with my wife, so I'll talk to you when I get back," or, "I'm tired cause I spent all weekend painting." That kind of stuff.
So, I was a bit surprised this Monday when I called, and another voice answered. Bruce didn't tell me he was taking Monday off. It must've slipped his mind. But when I called again Tuesday morning, and yet another voice picked-up, I made a point to ask - "Where's Bruce?" And then, there it was.
"Bruce died suddenly Sunday of a heart attack."
My eyes swelled, my throat choked-up, and for a moment, I disappeared into "denial land." How could someone I'd just spoken to last week be gone? This isn't supposed to happen. Bruce is supposed to pick-up and say "Good morning, Angel." I wanted to hang-up, redial, and have it all be better. But I couldn't. He was gone.
You never think the last time you hear someone's voice is going to be the last. And then poof. From there on out, it's all past-tense. Odd how quickly it happens.
Everytime we hung up, Bruce had a standard line as well. "Take care, and be safe out there!"
I know I'm safe - cause I've got an Angel of my own looking out for me now. Thanks for being a great friend, Bruce. And for always listening.
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You know how Ellen Degeneres always gives a "Holla" Award out to people? Well, I'd like to give a "Holla" out to our area growers.
Believe it or not, this city girl actually has a bit of country in her. My father grew up on a farm in Oberlin, OH (about 45 mins. west of Cleveland). It's the same farm that his father, and his father's father grew up on. Me? I grew up in the burbs...but I visited the farm frequently as a child, and it's still in the fam. We grow corn. Exciting, I know.
Anywho, back to my original point (yes, I do have one).
I headed down to Biglerville, Adams County, today to check in on the workers at Hollabaugh Brothers, Inc. - a beautiful 500+ acre orchard filled with apricot, plum, peach, and apple trees (just to name a few).
The story was - "How much are these crazy up-and-down temps affecting your crops?" In short, the answer is: "A lot!!"
The warmer (70 degree) temps on Monday and Tuesday told these trees "It's spring, open up your blooms and get ready to grow fruit!" Well, the temps are going to drop into the 20's tonight and into the weekend. But the blooms are already open (especially on the apricot and plum trees), and there's no turning back. The cold temps could either severely thin the crops, or completely wipe them out. If only the trees could shout back at Mother Nature, right?
Once again, I found myself completely in awe of what growers do, and how much they are at the mercy of the weather.
HOOOOOLLLAAAAAAAA! You guys rock.
The Hollabaugh's should know how much damage they'll have to deal with by mid-week next week. For their sake, and ours (who doesn't love a nice ripe peach in July?), let's say a prayer that Mother Nature goes easy on them.
And I will be back at Hollabaugh Bros. in the summer for a fun "you pick" day!!! Can't wait!!
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Ok, so I recently headed out to a donut place - we'll just call it "Sunkin Donuts" to protect the innocent. And when I get there, I am ready to get my coffee and chocolate-glazed fix.
The total comes to $5.52 (I was picking up a fix or two for a friend also, ok? I'm not that big of a pig).
In my wallet is $5.76. But lemme break it down for ya. I had five one dollar bills, three quarters, and one penny - ONE LONELY PENNY. Hmm. I needed two.
This part is important, so pay attention.
I don't want to break the third quarter, and create more change (who needs that, right?). So it dawns on me: Leave a penny, take a penny!! Yes, of course! The wonderful American-made option to use someone else's free money who could've cared less about pocketing stupid jangling loose change, and use it to pay for your early morning treats. Score!! Shannon will take a penny, give it to the "Sunkin Manager" behind the counter, recieve her goodies, move on, and life will be good.
Um, not so much.
So, I go to grab a penny (again, ONE little penny) from the "Leave a Penny, take a penny" (or as I'll call it, "LAP" jar, 'cause frankly, it's just too much typing), and I happily hand the man the exact change, when he yells at me "No, no, no!!!" grabs the penny, and throws it back in the jar.
What? What just happened here?
Did they change the "LAP" rules? Did some new law form that prohibits the usage of "LAP" pennies before the noon hour? What am I missing here people?
I look down in the jar - where there sat the sad, rejected penny, a nickel, and a quarter. Then I looked at the side of the "LAP" jar, and crud!!! It wasn't the "LAP" jar afterall!! It was the "Gratuities for exceptional service" jar. (GFES). All together now everyone, "Duh Shannon!!!"
Ok, so, I chuckle a bit at my own stupidity (let's keep in mind here this was pre-first-cup-of-coffee), and I reach into my wallet for the third quarter so I can hand him 23 cents too many, and he'll be a happy camper. Nope, not quite. Story doesn't end there.
He rejects my third quarter, puts the rest of my money (again, minus the sad GFES penny) into the register, SLAMS it shut, and yells, "$5.51, you're done. Next in line please!?!"
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Is this guy seriously ticked-off that I mistook the GFES jar for the LAP jar? And then scolded me for it? In front of other donut lovers?
At this point, I gather up my cups of Joe and tastey donuts and run out of there before anyone can spit in my food - horrified, and I gotta say it, a bit embarassed. That is, until I got home.
Then, I started thinking about it. First off all, I made a mistake - a mistake that literally would've only cost the guy a penny. A piece of money that this country has seriously considered getting rid of about a million times.
Then, I realized I tried to make it better by paying what I owed him, and he made me feel like I'd robbed his family's precious heirlooms, instead of just accepting the correct change and moving on.
Then, it hit me... why the hell is there a tip jar at the Sunkin Donuts counter anyhow? Dude - you just grabbed a couple of overpriced donuts off a shelf and handed them to me. Why do I need to tip you?
Now don't get me wrong - I'm BIG on tipping waiters and bartenders, bell hops, etc... people who are seriously working very HARD for you to make your experience a better one.
But the guy who owns a chain donut shop and already charges me 300% above what the food and coffee is actually worth (and don't get me started on the BIG coffee chain - i don't care if you call yourselves Baristas, you're still just steaming milk for me and giving it an eight-word name). Nuh uh! I ain't even tipping - well, a penny!
WHATEVER!!! I'm over it. This girl is taking her pennies elsewhere...that is, until I need another chocolate-glazed. What? They're really good!!
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Today I interviewed a wonderful couple - Jerry and Caroline Pitman of Lower Paxton Township.
For their 50th wedding anniversary, Jerry rented a billboard (at N. 38th & Walnut Streets in Susquehanna Twp.) and put it "out there" for all the world to see... a photo of them, and a "Happy Anniversary" message atop a building.
Wow... that is SUPER cute.
And I gotta say - this couple is still truly 100% in love!!! I could tell by the way they finished each others' sentences, how they glanced into each others' eyes, how they spoke about one another, how he still opened the door for her ... that it was real. Nothing complicated. Just. Simple. Love.
I swear, I think my photographer Garth thought I was gonna break-down and start crying right there.
Maybe it's that generation ("the greatest," that is). My Grandma and Grandpa Davidson were the same way. You grew up, got married, had kids, and lived happily ever after - and when I say "happily," I mean it. They truly were happy.
Not to say every marriage doesn't have its up's and down's, but man, these days - between pre-nups, divorces, and the "well, let's just get hitched in Vegas and see how it goes"...where's the real romance - where's the real relationship - where's the real COMMITTMENT?
People just seem so "blah" about love these days. Even the ones who are married, who are in a committed relationship with "the one" they chose, and are supposedly "in love" ... even they seem indifferent about their partners.
Maybe I'm jaded...maybe I'm lonely...heck, maybe I'm just PMSing... but I swear, I didn't think there was a love out there like the Pitman's anymore.
I guess it's just refreshing to know that it DOES exist. Thanks for restoring my faith Jerry and Caroline... can't wait to do a story about your 60th.
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Last week's storm stunk. It snowed our cars in (including yours truly), it caused accidents (proud to say - not yours truly), it caused us to slip, slide, and pray to SOMEONE not to make us wreck. Like I said, it stunk.
And this is coming from someone who grew up in Cleveland - where snow is as common as air!
But for some residents in Adams County, it made them realize how much of a pickle they're really in.
About 3 years ago, 21 homes were built on a small one-street development, called Cardinal Ridge, in Bonneauville. According to the borough manager, the street's paving wasn't layed properly by the developer, so the borough never "accepted it" as a development. The manager also says the developer was supposed to line the streets with lights and trees - but those two tasks were never completed either.
So because the borough doesn't consider Red Bird Lane an adequate street, it won't plow the snow and ice still covering it from last week's storm. It says the developer is resposible. And the developer has yet to return a phone call to any of the residents who live there.
The developer, Michael Sponseller of Sponseller MJ Inc, out of New Market, MD, never returned my phone call yesterday. So what are the residents on Red Bird Lane supposed to do? So much for the media having any influence.
Don't worry Mr. Sponseller...we'll keep trying.
In the meantime, there are dozens of people trying to drive down their street - and can't.
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It's January 1.
I had two cookies for breakfast, a good heaping portion of pork, sourkraut, and mashed potatoes for lunch (thanks CBS 21 co-workers Julie and Jack!), and I just ate so many Sweedish Fish for my midday snack, I'm now in a sugar coma.
So, the old "take off a few pounds in the New Year" isn't going so well. But that was never the intention...
Who doesn't want to drop a few "l-b's" each year? But why start on January 1? Wouldn't May 1, August 24th, or October 15th be just as good? I know "Jan. 1" is the beginning of a new YEAR, but why is it we wait til then to drop the weight?
I work out 3-4 times/week, but believe me, I've never been one to count calories. It's not in my make-up...I'm part Italian. We LOVE carbs - and wine - and baked goods - and cheese - and sauces - and fried things - and seafood drenched in garlic and butter.... Where was I going with this? Oh, yeah, weight loss.
So, I'll be on the treadmill tomorrow morning - just like I am every Tuesday morning. And no doubt, I'll be greeted by about 30 people who'll get there before me, and who will most likely stop coming to the gym altogether in about 4-6 weeks.
I guess I have no point to this New Year's Blog, except to say - kudos to anyone out there trying to fight the bulge - but please consider June 14th for your start date...or February 9th, or September 16th...it's just a thought.
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Ok, so I had a wonderful opportunity to fill-in for Liz on The Morning Rush radio show with Dennis and Jason this morning on FM97 in Lancaster. Two words: SUPER FUN!!!
I've been on their show before, and I have a blast everytime I visit. They're just so nice and funny - very easy to talk to. In fact, I think I reveal a little too much when I'm with them.
There's just something about radio - it's a totally different dynamic than TV. It's easy to let more of your personality show. And aren't DJ's way cooler than "tv news reporters?" I think so... it's not like I can talk for five minutes on the 6pm show tonight about Britney and Kevin's recent split. Hmm... I guess I could, but it wouldn't go over well with my bosses.
Well, at least for a day, I was a "way cool" radio person. Now back to tv...
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The polls aren't closed yet, the final vote is far from being counted, and yet, lots of people are already annoyed by the outcome...not of the actual races, but by the voting process, itself.
Ok, so while CBS 21 has several news screws scattered throughout the state covering the biggest races, I was assigned to stay back here in the Burg. Hold down the fort, if you will. "What will I be covering today?" I asked myself when I woke up. Was there a non-election related story that happened overnight? A shooting? Big accident? Another teacher strike?
As I got ready this morning, I listened to the radio. "Problems already at polling places in Lebanon County." Oh boy.
As I drove to - and from - my polling precinct to vote, again, I heard on the radio, "Now we're hearing there are problems in York and Lancaster Counties with voting machines." Yikes.
So, I came in, and sure enough - I was on my way to York County where a "card activator" activated some outrage amongst the voters down there. It had people standing in line for over an hour. Finally, they got a working card activator (it took 3), but all is well in Springettsbury 5th District.
This may be the eternal optimist in me - and in all fairness, I had no probs voting today (in and out in less than 10 - seriously)... but isn't it a small price to pay?
Voting is such an important thing for all of us. I've seen people wait in line for three or four hours to ride the newest roller coaster at Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio...but wait anymore than five minutes to do the one thing that makes your American voice be heard, and forget it!!! People are furious.
I know there's a bit of a learning curve with the newer computerized machines, but if you ran into problems while voting today, and you still did it anyhow - good for you! Your vote most certainly counts.
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Ok, so I'm a Cleveland Browns fan. I bleed brown and orange. It's a sickness we Clevelanders like to call... well, there's actaully not a name for it, but it must be a sickness, because no one in their right (healthy) mind would take beating after beating, season after season, and come back for more. But we do.
So... before I headed home for a week of vacation - and by "vacation," I mean 30mph winds, six inches of snow, periods of rain and hail - a co-worker/friend of mine offered a friendly wager.
Steve Knight is a HUGE Denver Broncos fan. Don't think he's ever lived there, just likes rooting for a team that plays on a field a million miles across the country. Whatever.
So, Mr. Knight has frequently noticed the small plastic Browns helmet I keep on top of my computer (he has a Broncos helmet in his posession as well). And, he knew I was heading home. And, he knew I was Browns fan... AND he knew the Broncos were playing Cleveland while I was home. Friendly wager? Sure. Helmet rights on the desk of the loser.
To the loser in a minute...
First off, I scored AWESOME seats to the game (and at the last minute, mind you). 45 yard line, 5th row - right behind the Broncos. Perfect for yelling at them - er, I mean, welcoming them to our town!! The weather was cold, but I had my hot cocoa, my hot dog, my brown gloves, my annoyingly orange (yet trendy!) sweater, and I was in heaven. I stayed the entire game - to the end - to the VERY end. Til right after we lost.
So, as I write this blog entry, I'm staring up at that darn Broncos helmet. But that's ok. I'll always have the memory of the game - win or lose, it was a good one!!! And I'll have my orange helmet back up there in a week. :-)
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This week, the Amish Newspaper, "Die Botschaft," published by an Amishman in Millersburg Borough, Dauphin Co., extended a "Thank you" on its front page to the English community. In an unprecedented move, the paper's editor made the issue available to local media, so word would get out.
Here is the entire "thank you" message printed in the Oct. 16, 2006 issue of "Die Botschaft:"
We, as an Amish community, wish to express our special thanks to PA State Police Commissioner, Jeffrey Miller for his dedication and the great job that he did for the good of our community. We also would like to thank the Lancaster State Police, and all the officers from surrounding areas, and all firemen and rescue workers for their quick action and their protection of our privacy during the days of sorrowing and grief. We appreciate the many unselfish hours volunteered to keep law and order in the community.
We also wish to thank the whole community, both English and Amish, for everything that was done to help carry this burden. We are very grateful for these kind acts.
And last, but not least, we extend our "thank you" to all people of all nations around the world for all the donations that have been sent to us and for all the prayers that have been offered on our behalf. We are thankful to have such a sharing community and church where there is Christian fellowship under an Almighty and loving, caring Savior and God. Sometimes death seems so harsh, but God is so healing. He comforts us with thoughts, dreams, and Scripture which, before, may not have been understood. May the Lord bless everyone that helped in these kind deed to our community.
Thank you,
The Amish Communities
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