No coincidence that the Washington Post has looked under some rocks in the Mesa Hostile Buyout. I wonder who might have provided the author with the storyline seed – wink wink. The chief perpetrator in this was actually fired for unauthorized trading and other sins, but then he went on to great success in a second act.

Some businesses take it to the extreme. The Club Dbbl Tree, Des Plaines is one. The flow restrictive shower head takes the zing out. For some it’s that first jolt of coffee in the early morning a.m. I require a good blast of hot water to jumpstart my day. Equipped with an empty spring water bottle of known capacity, and a pda handheld with clock timer I measured the output. Point 75 gpm. A new low benchmark. Where is my Leatherman tool? I could uncork that sucker.

Now he’s gone and done it. Normally mild mannered and self tending he’s in a heap of trouble. Dawg got himself a piece of another dog that passed too close to his property line. Its owner was unamused and called us on it. Rather than risk being sued I apologetically offered to satisfy the vet bill. Uh oh. Dog’s owner rushed him to emergency surgery where they put the dog out and stitched him up. Probably had to keep him overnight for ‘observation’. The victim has to wear one of those odd funnel cone neck collars for 10 days. Do you suppose expensive antibiotic prescriptions and a follow up visit or two? Grit teeth. I’m not going to think about it. We love(d) our pet but his fate is on the bubble.

There are two dogs in the article. This ringer is a hard act to follow. The background dawg (ours) is not distracted by this performance however. He is on the bubble and, as you can see, concentrating and totally focused on the task at hand. Observe the disc lying there on the grass in front. Soon it will get tossed skyward and he will be ready to nab it!

CNN has been airing the darkmoments rehash. Also, watched the documentary on PBS with the step by step collapse of the twin towers. I remember the media replays in the days and months following merely showed billowing smoke and perhaps a brief frame or two of one of the airplanes at or just before impact. Too intense. Finally, Time/Newsweek put the fireball on the cover (and were chastised for it). Two years later they are considerably less restrained about what they serve up. They show the entire sequence shebang including the play by play collapse. Luckily, Media shows restraint in not showing the rain of suicides that fell to earth from the shattered top level floors and fire inferno, but I predict that by next anniversary they won’t be holding back.

Local park curator and greenway keeper, ‘Boathouse’ Bill made sure we had the event on our calendar and Dawg loves the Frisbee Toss Competition so… out of retirement — an encore performance! Even though we are strictly amateurs Dawg is the crowd pleaser. I suppose it’s the sight of 100 lbs. o’fur accelerating and then launching with air under all four, whilst focusing on plucking the saucer mid flight. The ringers in the crowd are low built hyper quick Australian cattle dogs. Very efficient. They hustle without distraction. Even still our boy scored points agin’em. Fetch it dawg!

B.O.U.R.Girl ran into a baring teeth stray on the trail backside. Everyone’s hackles went up and she collected a weapon for a chance mighty swing when the cur mutt wisely backed down. Course it may have helped that she’d just finished reading: The Red Zone

B.O.U.R.Girl found herself charged with 3 dogs for a morning hour, two of which were hyper and ill trained. Unleashed to the backpatio deck would have spelled property damage. A 3 mile jog through the park circuit whipped them in line. All she was missing to complete the look was a white | black spotted fur.

HBO (cable) had a docu-special on the ‘famous’ Ali – Frasier fight March, 1971. My recollection of the match, live, was that it was big. Two great, powerful men. Lot’s of money at stake. Lot’s of media frenzy slash promotion. That’s basically all it was, but history replay is quite different today. They say it was about the black man trying to rise up. Uncle Tom. Handsome and crafty, ugly and stupid. Draft dodger vs. establishment. Maybe those were east coast issues. I missed that part.

Our FA, savvy to the left-over Krispie Kremes in the lobby kitchenette, decides to rescue a couple. They are a bit stale late in the day but 20 seconds in the microwave performs restoration. “U want one too?”,she asks the FO. “Naw —” he says. “I’d go right to my hips…” he jabs. He helps himself to some fresh fruit from a basket instead. She downs them lustily but at 0500 the next morning, when we again meet it’s breakfast. She’s has a memory like a trap. Our hapless FO has his’ self a plate full of split biscuits smothered in Chip Sausage Gravy. EuuuEeee. She’s still smarting from yesterday… Do you think she took her best shot?