Apparently, I’m the number 11 Google hit for how is the heroin getting into milwaukee.
I guess I’ll get a little extra scrutiny now. Thanks, Google.
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Apparently, I’m the number 11 Google hit for how is the heroin getting into milwaukee.
I guess I’ll get a little extra scrutiny now. Thanks, Google.
Woman sues over son’s drowning death during church outing:
The mother of one of the five children who drowned last month during a church outing to an eastern Missouri state park has sued the church and Joyce Meyer Ministries, claiming negligence and inadequate supervision.
The wrongful death lawsuit, filed Tuesday in St. Louis Circuit Court, also said the ministries and its St. Louis Dream Center church did not have parents’ permission to take 50 children to Castlewood State Park in St. Louis County on July 9.
Litigation compounds a tragedy by ensuring that other depressed youth won’t get the opportunity to go to church picnics in the future.
The old man and the six-toed cats: Hemingway home in dispute:
The caretakers of Ernest Hemingway’s Key West home want a federal judge to intervene in their dispute with the U.S. Department of Agriculture over the six-toed cats that roam the property.
More than 50 descendants of a multi-toed cat the novelist received as a gift in 1935 wander the grounds of the home, where Hemingway lived for more than 10 years and wrote “A Farewell to Arms” and “To Have and Have Not.”
The Ernest Hemingway Home and Museum disputes the USDA’s claim that it is an “exhibitor” of cats and needs to have a USDA Animal Welfare License, according to a complaint filed Monday in U.S. District Court in Miami.
“What they’re comparing the Hemingway house to is a circus or a zoo because there are cats on the premises,” Cara Higgins, the home’s attorney, said Friday. “This is not a traveling circus. These cats have been on the premises forever.”
He would have broken a walking stick over his head is what he would have done. Or shot himself, perhaps; our world does not accommodate men of Papa’s stature and temperment any more. Instead, it allows attorneys and government functionaries to live the lives to which they’ve become accustomed, at our expense and at the expense of our mythology.
Some people see the Virgin Mary in foodstuffs. Not us; we’re patriots.

If my current gig goes south and I ever get tired of not having a real winter in St. Louis and confuse North Carolina for a real northern state, I could get a job proofreading street signs:
Pity the English teacher out for a drive, passing Raleigh street signs.
Russling Leaf Lane? That’s Rustling.
Sherrif Place? That’s Sheriff.
Chinquoteague Court? Misty lived in Chincoteague!
You can’t even scribble corrections in red spray-paint. The city would just scrub them off.
About a dozen Raleigh street signs display words that are flat-out misspelled.
Who am I kidding? There’s obviously no official sign proofreader position in Raleigh.
(Link seen on Triticale.)
As I mentioned previously, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch earlier this year had a mad-on for the local charity Gateway for a Cure, run by Lou Sengheiser (sample article here).
Now, another charity that wanted to raffle off a house has run into trouble:
A new $175,000 home or $125,000 and 40 smaller prizes guaranteed to make the $100 ticket at least pay for itself would have seemed a temptation for even a non-gambler.
But the Waterloo Sports Association’s idea of making someone lucky person’s dream come true while raising substantial funds for its youth sports programs fizzled.
The Waterloo City Council approved the WSA’s idea last November and for weeks the house raffle was the talk of the town.
Unfortunately, people were just talking, not buying tickets.
“We had 3,500 tickets, and we finally gave up when we couldn’t even sell 300,” said Rich Grove, who headed the WSA fundraiser.
We at MfBJN are waiting with bated breath to see if the St. Louis Post-Dispatch goes after the Waterloo whomever as crooks, or if Lou Sengheiser was just lucky.
Trivia events turn deadly in tough competition:
In St. Louis County’s VFW Halls and school cafeterias, a mistranslated Latinate, a misremembered movie quote, and even a sports record misstated by two at-bats have been motives for murder.
Fourteen homicides struck neighborhood Trivia Night fundraisers over an 18-month period starting in 2001. The seemingly trivial reasons behind the killings led a prosecutor to label it “Ground Zero for Senseless Murder.”
Oh, sorry, I misread the headline. It’s “Trivial events turn deadly in tough neighborhood,” which is much less amusing than where my mind went.
Two stories out of O’Fallon, Missouri, today allude to the failures of top-down community planning and optimistically endorse more top-down community planning.
First, we have the story of how small businesses beamed down into New Urbantopias sometimes fail:
Some businesses are doing well. The customers are flocking to the Listons’ neighborhood-style tavern, patterned after the one they used to run in St. Louis’ Dogtown area.
Nearby residents drop in Curbside Cleaners with not only piles of dry-cleaning but also newsy updates about their families and kids for co-owner Donna Stuart. And at the Churchill Coffee Express inside the local branch of the St. Charles City-County Library, owner Robert Tock says he has a loyal group of sippers lining up at his door at 6:30 a.m.
But for other merchants who rely on foot and car traffic and a bit of impulse buying, it’s been a rocky few years.
Late last year, the Boardwalk suffered a major blow when Dave and Kathy Grabis closed their corner grocery market, to the dismay of many loyal customers who considered the couple the mom and dad of the fledgling neighborhood.
“Dave leaving was definitely a downfall for this area,” said resident Gisell Sterner, as she dropped off clothes at the dry cleaners.
It was the second failed retail endeavor along the one-block strip, following the closure of a Roly Poly lunch shop.
Two other small-town mainstays – the ice cream parlor and the pizza shop – both hit hard times early on, and their original owners sold the business to new entrepreneurs who both have watched the car and foot traffic to their shops dwindle in the aftermath of the grocery’s failure.
In January, things didn’t get easier when WingHaven’s free trolley stopped service because of a lack of ridership.
Never fear, though; the central planners are still at it:
Business owners and residents are now optimistic about negotiations under way between an area convenience store owner and WingHaven’s developer – McEagle Properties – to open a market in the same location as the former grocery.
Because the New Urbanists believe the corner market will trump super Schnucks, Dierbergs, and food-slinging Wal-Marts. Because they say so, they continue to push for it. Because if they will it, the citizens will shop there.
In other news, O’Fallon is going to apply for state money to revitalize its downtown:
If all goes as well, it could be O’Fallon’s dream come true.
The City Council gave staff the OK to apply for Missouri’s DREAM initiative program.
Known as the Downtown Revitalization Economic Assistance for Missouri, the DREAM initiative is a new program created through a partnership between the Missouri’s department of economic development, development finance board and the housing development commission.
The goal of the program is to offer technical and financial assistance for communities to more efficiently and effectively start the downtown revitalization process.
Additionally, the program is supported by professionals who are dedicated to help cities rebuild central business districts and shortens the redevelopment timeline, according to DREAM officials.
“What it does it combine existing incentive packages and brings it all under one umbrella,” said Jim Curran, O’Fallon’s director of economic development. “More cities are taking a look at the program that may not have qualified in the past due to medium income or population.”
Leaving aside that the revitalized downtown will probably cause more of the New Urbantopia businesses in WingHaven to collapse, we’re struck again with an instance of the government or other planners trying to induce demand for a service by providing supply of the service. In the case of both the development and the downtown, there’s no one there who needs a small urban grocery or whatever, but the planners want their kitsch, so they’ll spend their own money or our tax dollars to resuscitate faux urban areas.
The original downtowns sprung up where people crowded together to live for commerce, trade, and security. Since we have better, cheaper mechanisms for travel to and from work and commerce, we don’t need the congested areas any more. Those downtowns and their businesses and their housing emerged because people needed it and demanded it. Not because someone decided that the land needed x density of population and y numbers of businesses within walking distance.
And trying to impose such won’t make it so. But it will waste a lot of money in the process.
Rachel Papo, photographer, captures the young Israeli women conscripts.
Sort of indicting to our American culture that, during a period where our young are at college trying to figure out where the party’s at, the Israeli youth are training to protect their existence and their way of life from a hostile world who would destroy it.
(Link seen on Overtaken By Events.)
Radioactive scorpion venom may help treat brain cancer:
The search for cancer cures can at times produce some curious treatments, but the latest study just might stun you.
Neurosurgeons at St. Louis University are among the doctors injecting radioactive scorpion toxin directly into the brains of patients with a deadly brain cancer.
When you think about this and the use of botox for cosmetic purposes, we might be now living in the golden age of intaking deadly substances for medical benefit.
Well, no. Ajax isn’t too knowledgeable about baby furniture.

McDonalds Hugo-sized drink reminded me a lot of Hurricane Hugo, but what’s the problem? In a couple years, it won’t even be on the list of the top most damaging US Hurricanes, and it was almost 20 years ago. Before many of its target audience were born.
Record sales and improved margins boost MEMC:
MEMC Electronic Materials Inc. said record sales and improved margins boosted profit in the second quarter. Although profit per share doubled to 36 cents a share for MEMC, that was short of analysts’ predictions that it would earn 42 cents a share.
Silicon and vinyl. They just go together.
If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitschin’.
I thought of that punchline, but for the life of me, I cannot think of a setup that justifies it. I ask you, members of the open source community, to do my work for me and provide it.
Remember, citizen, your property rights are conferred upon you by your government. As this story illustrates, your government can arrest you and run you out of town at its displeasure at your standards of maintenance:
An inspection found the homeowner in violation of five housing laws. The roof was too worn; the driveway was cracked and shifted; the trim, siding, doors and windows had exposed surfaces from a lack of paint; there was open storage alongside the house and in the backyard; and the posts that once held up a fence needed to come down.
Despite the letter, the violations remained. Court dates came and went. Hordesky didn’t show. In March, the municipal judge issued warrants for his arrest. Ellisville police officers searched for him at his house. No one answered the door, but the back entrance was unlocked. They later went inside and snapped pictures.
The house was deemed a health hazard, and the electricity and gas were turned off. A condemnation notice was stapled to the front door. The city brought in St. Louis County’s Problem Properties Unit, which routinely handles similar cases. Jeff Young and Rehagen, the two inspectors who work the southern half of the county, have a caseload of roughly 135 properties. They encounter hoarders often, but seldom in upscale neighborhoods.
The day of his arrest, Hordesky posted a $500 bond. After discussions with the Problem Properties Unit, Hordesky eventually agreed to sell the house. He recently provided the city prosecutor with a sales contract, and the closing date is in mid-August.
Please, don’t offer defenses of the community here, for we cannot have a discussion. A priori we differ enough that I won’t want to hear exactly what arbitrary standard you feel justifies this government taking.
It’s been a while, but we here at MfBJN confer upon Canadian (!) Tom Tilley the Joseph Kittinger, Jr., Award for Demonstrable Manliness for this incident:
A man stabbed a black bear to death with a 15-cm hunting knife, saying he knew he would otherwise become “lunch” after it attacked him and his dog on a canoeing portage in northern Ontario.
Tom Tilley, a 55-year-old from Waterloo, Ont., said his American Staffordshire dog Sam growled a warning, then rushed to his defence as the bear came at them on a trail north of Wawa on Friday.
As Sam battled with the nearly 90-kilogram bear, Tilley jumped on its back and stabbed it with his knife.
Gall as big as church bells.
(Link seen on The Other Side of Kim.)
Previous Kittinger Award winners:
Wentzville considers sales tax hike for parks
Dammit, buying a park is expensive enough without an additional government tax on the purchase price. When buying parks is taxed, only the government will buy parks.
Like The Mystery of Edwin Drood, I bought this book for $2.00 at the St. Charles Book Fair in that orgy of hardback buying that’s populated the top of my sole to-read shelves with overflow of unrelated tomes. Since I’m in the midst of a long nonfiction hardback to be reported later, I picked this book up for a quick bit of levity in between.
As some of you know (all of you who aren’t dammkidz), Neil Simon was a prolific playwright circa the later middle decades of the twentieth century. Many of his plays were even made into movies. Oddly enough, I have a sort of cultural touchstone with this particular piece from that era; my brother, as a boy, received upon him the schtick that he was a button collector, and he had a I Ought To Be In Pictures button, no doubt reminiscent of the time where this play travelled to the Melody Top or the Riverside Theatre in Milwaukee. But I bought the book because I wanted more drama in my life, not some envy of my brother’s button collection. I think I stole inherited it, anyway, when either he needed some money in high school or when he abdicated many of his worldly possessions when joining the Marines.
The play is a simple two act with three characters: a nineteen year old New York girl who arrives at the door of her father’s California bungalow sixteen years after he abandoned her; the almost-failure screenwriter father; and his movie business girlfriend with some substance. The action takes place in the bungalow and deals with the daughter who wants to be in pictures… or maybe just wants to reconcile with the father she never knew.
It’s a short play, and a simple conceit. I liked it enough, but perhaps if I spent too much time on it, I would think it too facile or not complex enough to speak truth to power. Perhaps Simon ain’t Shakespeare. But in 1602, Shakespeare wasn’t Shakespeare, either.
Shooting fish in a barrel can prove quite challenging, if you’re using 155mm field artillery.
Dear Doctor Creepy,
Today at work, I told an inappropriate joke that, while inappropriate, was also subject to misinterpretation. Someone mentioned using a false name of “Bob,” and I rejoindered with, “Because everyone likes a floater.” One woman in our group gasped appropriately at the tastelessness, but I later thought that she might have gotten the joke wrong. A floater, as you know, can refer to a bloated corpse fished from a body of water; however, in the common vernacular, it can also refer to a piece of excrement which does not go down the drain with a single flush.
My question is, how can I let these people know that while inappropriate and crude, I am above the common proletarian scatalogical humor?
Signed, Stepped In It
Dear Stepped In It,
As you know, it’s perfectly acceptable to make ghastly comments and inappropriate remarks about death to show that you’re either a trenchcoat wearing purveyor of the same or hiding your stark terror at mortality behind a flippant front. However, when it comes to creeping people out with your humor, it’s more important to let the recipients of your wit wonder about your motives or how you could make that joke than to have them think you’re a nice guy.
So let the miscommunication stand. Your apparent cluelessness and lack of decorum serves well enough to creep people out whether its ghoulish humor about decaying flesh or poop. Although the former is preferable, the latter will do, so to speak.
Sincerely,
Dr. Creepy