Saturday, December 1, 2012
Home Remedies
Did you know that drinking two glasses of Gatorade can relieve headache pain almost immediately-without the unpleasant side effects caused by traditional pain relievers?
Did you know that Colgate Toothpaste makes an excellent salve for burns?Before you head to the drugstore for a high-priced inhaler filled with mysterious chemicals, try chewing on a couple of curiously strong Altoids peppermints. They'll clear up your stuffed nose..
Achy muscles from a bout of the flu? Mix 1 tablespoon horseradish in 1 cup of olive oil. Let the mixture sit for 30 minutes, then apply it as amassage oil for instant relief for aching muscles.
Sore throat? Just mix 1/4 cup of vinegar with 1/4 cup of honey and take 1 tablespoon six times a day. The vinegar kills the bacteria.
Cure urinary tract infections with Alka-Seltzer. Just dissolve two tablets in a glass of water and drink it at the onset of the symptoms. Alka-Seltzer begins eliminating urinary tract infections almost instantly-even though the product was never advertised for this use.
Honey remedy for skin blemishes... cover the blemish with a dab of honey and place a Band-Aid over it. Honey kills the bacteria, keeps the skin sterile, and speeds healing. Works overnight.
Listerine therapy for toenail fungus:Get rid of unsightly toenail fungus by soaking your toes in Listerine M outhwash. The powerful antiseptic leaves your toenails looking healthy again.
Easy eyeglass protection... to prevent the screws in eyeglasses from loosening, apply a small drop of Maybelline Crystal Clear Nail Polish to the threads of the screws before tightening them.
Cleaning liquid that doubles as bug killer... if menacing bees, wasps, hornets, or yellow jackets get in your home and you can't find the insecticide, try a spray of Formula 409. Insects drop to the ground instantly.
Smart splinter remover: Just pour a drop of Elmer's Glue-All over the splinter, let dry, and peel the dried glue off the skin. The splinter sticks to the dried glue.
Hunt's Tomato Paste boil cure... cover the boil with Hunt's Tomato Paste as a compress. The acids from the tomatoes soothe the pain and bring the boil to a head.
Balm for broken blisters... to disinfect a broken blister, dab on a few drops of Listerine, a powerful antiseptic.
Vinegar to heal bruises... soak a cotton ball in white vinegar and apply it to the bruise for 1 hour. The vinegar reduces the blueness and speeds up the healing process.
Quaker Oats for fast pain relief... it's not for breakfast any more! Mix 2 cups of Quaker Oats and 1 cup of water in a bowl and warm in the microwave for 1 minute, cool slightly, and apply the mixture to your hands for soothing relief from arthritis pain.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Four for Fridays
Hello everybody! Welcome back! Another Four for Fridays is here, are you glad? I am! It means I'll get to sleep in tomorrow morning... Anyways, some questions for you...
1) How many phone numbers do you have committed to memory?
2) What animal would you like to see in the 'wild' that you have never seen before?
3) What is your favorite curse word?
4) Do you have your Christmas decorations up yet?
Enjoy your weekend!
1) How many phone numbers do you have committed to memory?
2) What animal would you like to see in the 'wild' that you have never seen before?
3) What is your favorite curse word?
4) Do you have your Christmas decorations up yet?
Enjoy your weekend!
Short story #2
Sammy shook her head.
This was not going to go well.
The other Tech if you could call him that, was a born clusterfuck that
should have never worn the badge of a Tech Guild Second Class. Hell, he shouldn’t have even been a Trainee. The trip started off okay until we were a
month into the burn. The Drega was a
class C ship used for cattle crossing. “Cattle”
were the misfits, near-do-wells, and others unlucky enough to be caught in the
round ups every few months and sent to the Wastes. That’s what we called Mars back then. Wasted land, wasted air, wasted lives, and
wasted effort. They should have all been
pushed out the air lock and saved the time and effort. You see, Mars wasn’t close to terraformed like
they claimed. The air was thin and cold,
people lived in caves they called Urbs.
Sub-urbs to be exact. Sub
(underground), urban (what a joke) cities if you could call them that. Always dirty, never enough food, never enough
water, but lots and lots of “cheap” labor.
It had better be cheap; they got spent like grains of sand.
I should introduce myself.
I was born Samantha Garcia, Hernandez, Gonzales, Vargas, Rodriquez,
Ancrew, Johnson. There would have been
more names, but there wasn’t any more room on the Birth Certificate. That’s where the Ancrew comes from. Not even a real name, just a place holder for
the ones that didn’t get their names listed.
“And Crew,” get it? You see I was
born in the parking lot of a building supply store, and these were the guys
standing outside looking for work when Ma’s water burst. We didn’t have the money for real medical
care, and the midwife we’d arranged for, hadn’t expected me for a week. So there everyone was, Ma in the bed of a
pickup truck, laid out on a paint splattered canvas drop cloth, doing quick
breaths while the day laborers looked on and cheered. Mom had wide hips and her labor was easy. Not like the labor my sister endured years
later. Yeah, I was born August 19th
2046. Heh, pickup trucks. Who’d have thought we’d still be using fossil
fuels? Anyway, life wasn’t easy, but it
was a whole lot easier for us, than those that came after. Cattle.
Those Day laborers had it good.
So there I was years later, tech first class, with a misfit tech
crew of one. I should have holed his
suit for all the grief he caused me. We
had a thousand cattle and they give me a single tech, and a worthless one at
that. That first month I had sent him
out to find out why the antenna wasn’t picking up the beamed news and he lost
the entire auxiliary sled and tool kit for it.
How the Hell do you do that?
Well, the foolish ass didn’t tie it down and the acceleration did the
rest of the work. Not that the Drega had
much acceleration. Just a fiftieth of a
G, but even a fiftieth builds up velocity when burned second after second,
minute after minute, day, after day. The
fool could have used his jump pack to grab the sled before it was too late if
he’d had anything on the ball. To make
matters worse, he’d taken the antenna half apart, and managed to lose most of
it when he finally woke up to his fuck up.
So there we were, no sled, few tools and no news feed to keep the Cattle
amused. Not that it was all that
important to keep them amused, but I’d been into season 14 of the all new Weeds
show. This would all bite us in the ass
later, but by then, it was all par for the course. The Captain wasn’t too happy, but like Tech Second
Class Clusterfuck, he was pretty much worthless too. This trip was not shaping up to be a good
one. I should have known it wasn’t going
to go well.
At the three month mark it was time to shut down the main
engine and start the turn-around where we swap ends so we could decelerate. Yeah, good ol Captain Custerfuck and Tech
second class made a great team. Now if
anyone knows much about Cattle ships, you understand you slowly back off the
engine or the length of the ship acts like a spring. Turn it off all at once, and the spring lets
go. Bad things happen because cattle
ships are set up for compressive forces from their one direction drives. Release the compression and spring! Holds number three, five, seven and eight all
lost air. Holds seven and eight didn’t
really matter as they were inert cargo.
Holds three and five however were filled with cattle. Not a pretty sight. Eh, while the Wastes would miss the moisture,
freeze dried food is freeze dried food.
It’s all good.
Once we got the mess cleared away… No scrub that. We actually didn’t bother. Cattle being what they are, we just made
structural tests to make sure things weren’t completely fragged and set about
turning the ship. Now you need to
understand Class C’s don’t like sudden moves, don’t ever see gravity, and need
to be treated gently like a maiden’s nipple.
I don’t know what the captain was thinking. I doubt he was able to think. We were four and a half days into the turn
around with just another five hours of side thrusters before we engaged the
main engine again, (main engine my ass, fiftieth G?) and good ol Captain Clusterfuck
(I swear him and Tech Second Class were brothers) had a Snail in the Control
Room. A SNAIL! What a low browed cud chewing Cattlized Snail
was doing in the control room is beyond me.
No, not beyond me. There were
stories of him and the first mate doing Snail drives through the Ward
Rooms. How did I ever get on this ship? By then, I knew things were not going to go well. I mean they hadn’t since the third week out,
right? Yeah, good ol Snail. “Captain, what does this switch do?” As she gave full power to the main engine
while we were using the side thrusters.
We folded up like a pretzel.
Understand, our main engine pushed all of Drega at a fiftieth
of a G, but the Drega was a big ship. A very
big ship. Drives, bulk storage, new
gear, replacement parts (Where I cobbled up a tool kit after Tech Clusterfuck
lost the sled), propulsion mass, Cattle, hydroponics… Christ, everything that
made Drega a cattle ship. Pretty much
broke in half. Out gassing atmosphere
pushing this way, other leaks pushing the other way, just a mess. I’d been down in the engineering section taking
readings (not much of a section, just a room with spares, some stores, and
pipes, dials, gauges, valves and what not) when the main engine cut in. Not a gradual start up, but a full on
burn. Remember that spring action from
before? Yup. Side thrusters going so there is side stress
to begin with and even though you try, the ship still gets all S shaped and
wonky. Most would look at the ship from
out there in the Void and tell you it looked straight enough. Yeah. Sure. Miss matched side to side stresses from the
thrusters, and then the Main engine kicks in at max. Not a pretty sight.
The off vector thrust threw me away from the pipe I had a toe
hold on and sent me across the room.
Sounds like total mayhem, don’t it?
Well no, more like a slow motion train wreck. It probably took a whole ten or fifteen
seconds for me to get to a hand hold and by then it was too late. I’d been stuck flailing away trying to reach
anything to no avail. When I finally
got a handhold of a pipe, I scrabbled for the hatch, then to the air lock. Didn’t care about Cattle, Captain or god, I’m
not into breathing vacuum. As I hit the
air lock the main engines cut off, but by then it was too late. The spring had sprung and we were folding,
nothing to do but hunker down and kiss it goodbye. There’s always luck though ain’t there? Yeah, always luck.
They’re talking about a movie deal. Something about some flight of the
Phoenix. Couldn’t save the Cattle, and
after they ripped the Captain apart as their air ran out, wasn’t much point trying. We’d only had the one sled anyway. There were five of us down in the aft end
with the engines and the Ponics. We had
the best half you could say. Only four
of us got back. Somehow we misplaced a
Tech Second Class Clusterfuck, but no one’s talking. I was damned sure things would go well for
once, and I was right.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
1954 Concept Old's Rocket F88
This is the car that in 1954 could have
"killed" the Corvette. So, Chevrolet, being GM's big sales and profit
division, campaigned to GM to "kill" this car.
When Chevy was coming out with its 6-cyl. Sports car with
its 2-speed "powerglide" transmission and side curtains, here was a
sports car from Olds with a big old V-8 and power windows. So, GM said no to Oldsmobile on building this
car.
The world's rarest automobile: a 1954 Concept Old's
Rocket F88 - the only one in existence.
John S. Hendricks, (Discovery Communications founder) paid in excess of
3 million to acquire this 1954 Oldsmobile F-88 Convertible Concept Car. After
spending decades as a collection of parts stuffed into wooden crates, the F-88
was reassembled.
In 1954, the F-88 was a Motorama Dream Car, and was one
of only two, or an unconfirmed possible three, ever created. The F-88 seen here
is literally the only car left of its kind, and was sold to John and Maureen
Hendricks at the prestigious Barrett-Jackson Auto Auction in Scottsdale,
Arizona, for an unbelievable $3,240,000. This acquisition made automotive
history, and is in the cornerstone of the Gateway Colorado Automobile Museum,
in its own special room in a rotating display, worthy of the F-88!
Photos courteous of Original Photographer
Going to try to dust off my skills a bit. pensy #1
I just knew this wasn't going to go well. I was
sitting at the table shelling peas, when I looked up at my mother of fourteen
years, and said, “Mama, I’m going to be a writer.” She stood there a moment, took off her
glasses and wiped her specs with a new Kleenex.
Looking up on the shelf for her big stir spoon, she reached up, grabbed
it while whirling around to face me and the blows commenced to land hither and
yon. Mostly yon, as I didn’t get to be
fourteen by moving slow in mama’s house.
Once she wound down and came up for air, she put the Big Spoon on the
table, then sat down and looked me in the eye.
She said,
“Boy, don’t
you ever mention writing in my house
again. I’ll have none of that
foolishness. It starts out innocent
enough. Just want to write your name so you
can cash a check. Next thing it’s
numbers and complex fractions. No good
will come of this Boy.” Mama looked down
at the table and then her red and raw hands.
It seemed Mama’s hands were always red from working. Looking back up at me she shook her head and
said, “Okay, how long have you been writing?”
I could
never pull one on Mama when she had me in her eye like that. Looking sideways at the big spoon, I decided
truth was better than making up stories.
Although I think I can make up good ones, now wasn’t the time.
“Well Mama,
I’ve been making up stories for forever and…”
In a sudden
move the Big Spoon was back in her hand and she got me soundly before I could jump
back (which I did, but a bit too late) and sit back down and face her
“Jesse Lane,
you have always been a precocious child.
I’ve known all along that you are nothing but a story teller. Now,” she looked me dead in the eye again and
said, “tell me you haven’t been writing these stories down.”
This was not
going well. I’d been writing since I was
nine, and had taught myself the alphabet and stuff like punctuation from Jimmy’s
books. Looking at Mama, but more at the Big
Spoon, I tried to swallow but my tongue was like sandpaper and my mouth dry as desert
dust.
“Well.. “ I croaked. “I’ve been writing for awhile.” Mamma arched her brow and continued to give
me the eye. Giving me no help, I was
forced to continue. “Uh, the last four
or five years?”
Studying her forgotten kettles, she turned back to me and said, “Are you asking me if
you’ve been writing for four or five years?
Why even bother asking me? Of
course you have. Just like your
Father. He never left me for another
woman. No, he’s living in a fleabag walk
up in New York City and tells people he’s a writer. A Writer. And what kind of writer do you suppose Mister
all High and Mighty, ‘I’m a writer!’ is?
The very worst kind. A Science
Fiction Writer. Now tell me Jesse Lane ‘I’m
going to be a Writer!’ just what
kind of writer do you plan on being?”
I knew
this wasn’t going to go well...
We've lost the ability to fix things.
My convection/microwave went out. I've learned to love the all around ability of this unit. Bake a cake, or heat some water for tea, it does it all. It also breaks. Twice now, but the fixes were all MUCH cheaper than buying a new one. They all have a label that says, "No user serviceable parts," and then attempt to make sure you don't try, by either riveting the until closed, or in the case of my Kenmoore, all the screws were Phillips, except for one Torx type screw. We can't make anything easy.
The first time it went on the blink was one lousy month after the warranty expired. Naturally, the cover came off. Inside I found a 20 amp Buss fuse, but didn't get lucky with the ohm meter, as the fuse was good. Research and manuals are your friends. Use both. I found that the thermister (a transistor that acts like a thermostat) will show a specific fault, and sure enough it was bad. I trip to the computer and i had a new one on the way from the online sears parts store. About $24 with shipping. One screw held it in place and the wires snapped in place on the circuit board. All told, about five minutes to replace, and putting the cover back on took less than ten minutes. Amount saved, about $280 for a new one.
The second time it broke was a few days ago. The cover popped off much easier this time as the Torx anti tamper screw got thrown away.... Fixing it was easier too. That 20 amp fuse had blown. New fuse, and cover back on, and I'm nuking frozen food, and baking pizza once again.
I'm not a rocket scientist. My fixes were simple and easy to accomplish. Both times I was recommended to buy a new one. Some of the low reviews for this Kenmore had the complaint, "Just stopped working." I wonder how many might have been fixed with just a fuse or $20 part. I dunno, when something costs $300 or so, I for sure want to see if I can fix t before I toss it.
The first time it went on the blink was one lousy month after the warranty expired. Naturally, the cover came off. Inside I found a 20 amp Buss fuse, but didn't get lucky with the ohm meter, as the fuse was good. Research and manuals are your friends. Use both. I found that the thermister (a transistor that acts like a thermostat) will show a specific fault, and sure enough it was bad. I trip to the computer and i had a new one on the way from the online sears parts store. About $24 with shipping. One screw held it in place and the wires snapped in place on the circuit board. All told, about five minutes to replace, and putting the cover back on took less than ten minutes. Amount saved, about $280 for a new one.
The second time it broke was a few days ago. The cover popped off much easier this time as the Torx anti tamper screw got thrown away.... Fixing it was easier too. That 20 amp fuse had blown. New fuse, and cover back on, and I'm nuking frozen food, and baking pizza once again.
I'm not a rocket scientist. My fixes were simple and easy to accomplish. Both times I was recommended to buy a new one. Some of the low reviews for this Kenmore had the complaint, "Just stopped working." I wonder how many might have been fixed with just a fuse or $20 part. I dunno, when something costs $300 or so, I for sure want to see if I can fix t before I toss it.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
"copyright!!!"
The JTI has been busted for its first copyright
violation. In March of this year,
OrbsCorbs posted a blog entitled “What Is Beautiful To Me.” The blog contained a picture that OrbsCorbs
said he scanned from a calendar because he couldn’t find a copy online. That should have been a clue. It’s not available online because the
photographer doesn’t want it available online.
Today, the JTI received an email that said, in part, “Please
note that that this photograph is copyright of photographer ‘KS’ and ‘MP’ is
its distributer. Nobody has right to distribute this work without author
permission. I hope you remedy it. Yours ‘KS’” (Names have been changed to
protect the innocent and our butts.) The
offending blog has been removed.
posting problems
Several times I've had all formating go away here. Paragraphs turn into one huge block, bold disapears, just a mess. I can't copy and paste with any success and need to write the post in here, to keep any formating. What asm I doing wrong? I've tried both FF and E. No love.
Help me please.
Pardon me, a rant. I haven't ranted in ages and have a need.
I read a post about someone arrested and jailed for four days for the mere act of videotaping officers as they did their job. I'd been reading post after post of finger pointing whining that Libs this, Libtards that, it's all their fault, scum of the earth and the entire time throwing Beck up and saying, We're just being Liberal. Take it as a joke, we mean no harm. Please, you really think we believe that? It smacks of bullshit and lies. Here, let me give a nice little post that reads like I read many of you. (not you guys, another membership forum with marked Conservative leanings)
A response to the video taper....
Who does he think he is? Recording cops as they do their work? This sort of Liberal is the worst kind. Lock him up and throw away the key. There shouldn't be any Rights that allow this to happen. He is putting the Officer's lives in danger and keeping them from doing their work. One of those cops should pull out his gun and shoot him. At least pistol whip him or Taze him four or five times. Yeah, that's what should be done to these video taping Libtards.
There, a completely silly rant that foolishly vilifies one side in a polarizing way. It gets so old. So very old. Craggy skin, broken toothed, rheumy eyed OLD. Please keep up those posts like that. There are those that never talk about ANYTHING of any substance that doesn't seem to be polarizing. Used to come here for insight about news of the world and how they might affect world trade, gold, and life revolving around stacking and responsible living. Instead, I get piss Christ revisited. Claims that because I believe in an individuals Right to expression, means that I don't find that expression disgusting. Our Rights and freedoms are being eroded and you guys further the erosion along with Beck's tasteless jab. What happens when his jab takes the freedoms he LOVES and removes them? Don't you guys think? Don't you care? Are you so jadedly one sided you can't see the forest for the trees?`
Ya know, I'm not even a true Liberal. Bring on the death penalty and poor houses. I BELIEVE in personal responsibility. I also believe in freedoms to use personal responsibility wisely. Neither Piss Christ, nor Piss Obama is using those Freedoms wisely. Thank you for redundantly making your point. Thank you for abusing the rights you love so much. Don't act shocked when you lose them.
A response to the video taper....
Who does he think he is? Recording cops as they do their work? This sort of Liberal is the worst kind. Lock him up and throw away the key. There shouldn't be any Rights that allow this to happen. He is putting the Officer's lives in danger and keeping them from doing their work. One of those cops should pull out his gun and shoot him. At least pistol whip him or Taze him four or five times. Yeah, that's what should be done to these video taping Libtards.
There, a completely silly rant that foolishly vilifies one side in a polarizing way. It gets so old. So very old. Craggy skin, broken toothed, rheumy eyed OLD. Please keep up those posts like that. There are those that never talk about ANYTHING of any substance that doesn't seem to be polarizing. Used to come here for insight about news of the world and how they might affect world trade, gold, and life revolving around stacking and responsible living. Instead, I get piss Christ revisited. Claims that because I believe in an individuals Right to expression, means that I don't find that expression disgusting. Our Rights and freedoms are being eroded and you guys further the erosion along with Beck's tasteless jab. What happens when his jab takes the freedoms he LOVES and removes them? Don't you guys think? Don't you care? Are you so jadedly one sided you can't see the forest for the trees?`
Ya know, I'm not even a true Liberal. Bring on the death penalty and poor houses. I BELIEVE in personal responsibility. I also believe in freedoms to use personal responsibility wisely. Neither Piss Christ, nor Piss Obama is using those Freedoms wisely. Thank you for redundantly making your point. Thank you for abusing the rights you love so much. Don't act shocked when you lose them.
Dear Madame Zoltar
Hello, my holiday treats!
How are you? I am chilled, hear
me brrr. While online two nights ago, I
noticed that the outdoor temperature dropped to 19 degrees. The teens, oh
my. Soon the single digits will be
coming along. When that happens, I am
going into hibernation in my bedroom closet.
Wake me in the spring. If only it
was that easy. Be prepared, my dears,
for the worst in terms of winter. I say
that not as a psychic predication, but as an admission that even I cannot foretell
Mother Nature’s behavior. Nobody of this
world. So, pray for the best, but expect
the worst. We all know how brutal a Wisconsin
winter can be. Don’t be caught with your
pants down. Because it will be chilly.
Friday past was known as Black Friday and
Monday was called Cyber Monday. What
most people don’t know is that the Saturday between them is Psychic
Saturday. Psychic Saturday is when most
psychics do their holiday readings and conjuring. I’m already done, with something for
everyone.
Have any of you driven through the new roundabout in front
of City Hall? All that pavement and
landscaping and hardscaping seem to me to smack of conspicuous
consumption. That is, it doesn’t say to
me, “We had deteriorating streets at the intersection and we wanted to make it
as safe as possible.” What it does say
to me is, “Look at all the bells and whistles, everybody, woo hoo! Oh, and keep your eyes on the road.” However, as a monument to government
overspending, it’s in the right location.
I also wanted to comment on Mr. OrbsCorbs’ blog, “I'm
Grateful for the Education I Received,” http://www.jtirregulars.com/2012/11/im-grateful-for-education-i-received.html That brought a tear to my eye and filled my
heart with gratitude. It’s so true that
the things we take for granted are often the best things that we have. Just being born in this country puts us at an
enormous advantage over the rest of the world.
I stop at times and give thanks for all that I have and I am. Give thanks, at least once a day.
That’s my blog for this week, my lovely Irregulars and
groupies. Thank you for visiting with me today.
I am always grateful for your company.
I am always ready to say, “I love you.”
Roundabout or Fourth Circle
of Hell? Find out: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.
I’ve worn my winter jacket and my winter coat is ready to
go. Bundle up, my bunnies. You never know when the dreaded s-word may
appear. Stay warm. Susurration!
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
"WELLS BROTHERS PIZZA HOST FUNDRAISER FOR RACINE RAIDERS"
"(RACINE) - Two institutions that
combined have served the Racine community for over 150 years
are teaming up on Saturday, December 1, 2012, for
a fundraiser. Wells Brothers Pizza, located at 2148 Mead
Street in Racine, are hosting a fundraiser for the 2012
Semi-Pro BCS national champion Racine Raiders.
"Wells Brothers Pizza will donate
a percentage of sales between 11:00 a.m. and 8:00 p.m. on
Saturday, December 1, 2012, to the Racine Raiders
organization. This applies to dine-in and carryout orders.
Wells Brothers Pizza is recommending that patrons make
reservations if they plan to dine-in by calling (262)
632-4408.
"The 2012 Semi-Pro
BCS national championship trophy will be on display at
Wells Brothers Restaurant during the event. In addition,
Racine Raiders quarterback Craig McClelland (UW-Oshkosh),
running back J.R. Taylor (Eastern Illinois University, Green
Bay Packers) and defensive end Brandon Rogers (Tennessee
State University) will sign autographs from 2:00 p.m. to
4:00 p.m. Everyone who visits Wells Brothers Pizza during
the time the three players are there will receive free,
limited-edition collector's cards of the three players.
"ABOUT WELLS BROTHERS PIZZA"
"Since 1921, Wells Brothers has been preparing Italian dishes utilizing the same recipes passed down through the generations — all using fresh, high quality ingredients. Wells Brothers has received numerous awards throughout the years including being named the #6 pizza in the nation in the book 'Everybody Loves Pizza' co-authored by Chicago food critic Penny Pollack.
"ABOUT THE RACINE RAIDERS"
"The Racine Raiders capped the team's 60th season of operation with the eighth national championship in team history, defeating the Nashville Storm, 38-24, in front of nearly 3,500 fans at Historic Horlick Athletic Field in Racine on Saturday, November 10. The team is a 501c(3) not-for-profit organization that is organized very similarly as the Green Bay Packers of the National Football League (no single owner; run by a board of directors). The team averaged nearly 2,000 fans at each home game during the 2012 campaign."
Where are our Moon Rocks?
After Apollo 11, President Nixon gave every state Moon Rocks of their own. It seems we are every bit as bad as New Jersey, and we LOST our moon rooks. With all the failed incompetent Governors, They could have been thrown away forty years ago. Something rare and precious of profound value, lost with the mildewed cabbage patch kids. http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/missing-moon-rocks-found-minnesota-storage-210606269.html;_ylt=A2KJ3Cd1g7VQmTAA84PQtDMD
"Main Street bridge to close for four months"
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| Main Street Bridge at Dusk, originally uploaded by Dennis Jenders |
From The Journal Times.com:
"RACINE — If you thought detours were behind you, think again.
"Starting Friday at 9 a.m., the Main Street bridge in Downtown Racine will be closed for four months for painting and repairs, public works officials at City Hall said Tuesday."
Read more: http://www.journaltimes.com/news/local/main-street-bridge-to-close-for-four-months/article_6deaca46-38d4-11e2-a311-001a4bcf887a.html
This is absurd. Racine has year round road construction projects and detours, some lasting for years.
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