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So I just watched in rerun the flacid performances of George and Laura, followed by the video tribute to Reagan. Of course it says something the vidoes was more welcome than the words of the Bushes, but beyond that —

What can I tell you about Seattle? We spent a little less than a week in the area and barely even hit the highlights (of food!), but we still enjoyed plenty of good stuff.

Or none at all:

Check out this huge stag beetle I saw while watering the trees and bushes yesterday. It’s almost 2 inches long.
According to what I found online, these are beneficial beetles that help decompose dead trees on the forest floor.
I think the reason we have them is because we use untreated mulch. That does cause us [...]

WSMV and the Tennessean reported (here and here) on the discovery Friday of a one-day-old infant girl hidden among some bushes on McDonald drive in Nashville, which is a street that runs just north of Briley Parkway, near Murfreesboro Road.

Over the last few weeks several of my coworkers and I have been collecting names of some the customers that we have here at our local neighborhood financial institution. Some of these people’s names just amuse the crap out of us. Now I must share a few of them with you:

While I never saw it in the print edition the Tennessean did print my letter to the editor online.

Houston developer not keeping up its property

To the Editor:

It was a dark and stormy night...

Beautiful Alice's husband, Handsome Jeffrey, was in Indianapolis at the beck and call of his employers. Her two adorable littles were being stuffed with fruit pies at Gramma's and something was skulking around her bushes.

"In this weather?" I said. "I'll bet it's a cat or a dog or something trying to get some cover from the rain."

As the Saluki flies, it’s quite a distance from central Illinois to southern Kentucky.

The dream of Smyrna seems to be a well trimmed yard, a quiet neighbor dog, and a sedan car in every driveway all in a Leave it to Beaver setting. Well June Cleaver never existed, the beaver was an actor, and this isn’t Hollywood. A set piece neighborhood that only exists in the dreams of the TV viewers or the Town planners that are seeing our future, and it is all I cannot bare.