There may be a worse name that could have been chosen for this fast-growing sport, but, offhand, I can't think of what it would be:
There may be a worse name that could have been chosen for this fast-growing sport, but, offhand, I can't think of what it would be:
Those sinners in Indianapolis are on their way to being saved after saying their Earth Hour prayer at the global-warming altar:
The lights at the shop and some other locations in the city went out at 8:30 p.m. and stayed out for an hour. Sponsored by the World Wildlife Fund, the same observance was planned for the same local times around the globe.
At the shop, candles lit the room, and the lights-out participants expressed dedication.
Today we have two great examples of "What, me, too?" encounters with police. First up, the father-son team of Derrick and John Sadler. Derrick, deputy coroner for Kosciusko County, was nabbed for drunken driving. So police called his father, the county coroner, to come pick up his son's vehicle:
When he arrived Trooper Brian Kreger found probable cause that John was also operating while intoxicated.
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As someone with two cats that frequently decide to chase each other through my legs while I'm trying to walk up or down the stairs, I don't think this figure is exaggerated:
People are always falling for their pets. Apparently, some are falling over them, too.
Good thing I'm not one of those New World Order conspiracy nuts; this would be downright worrisome:
Once hailed as a beacon of rebirth in the aftermath of Sept. 11, the Freedom Tower has been stripped of its patriotic name -- which has been swapped out for the more marketable "One World Trade Center," Port Authority officials conceded yesterday.
I agree with Mike Pence on a lot of issues. This isn't one of them:
Finally, the truth about weather forecasting:
Predicting snowfall totals for Colorado Springs is a crapshoot: How far south that precipitation lasts is often anyone's guess. Add to that the potential for a narrow band of heavy snow to suddenly develop and, on Wednesday morning, none of the meteorologists could predict for sure what's going to fall where.
"Here in Pueblo, we could get an inch or 2, or we could get a foot," Magnuson said.
Guess it's a sign of tough times when people decide improving their minds has to give way to more basic concerns.
It's OK to send your team to play basketball here, but please quit trying to hijack our tourists:
Tourism boosters from Louisville, Ky., planned to transform Downtown Indianapolis into their canvas today -- by projecting red-tinged laser images and messages on the sides of Downtown buildings.
The light show would have proclaimed why Louisville (with its Sweet 16 hoops team, the University of Louisville Cardinals) is so wonderful.
Yesterday, we tackled state songs. Today, let's do flags. Ever looked at Indiana's? It has a torch, the name "Indiana" and 19 stars -- know what they mean?
When something has grown beyond what it was meant to be, when it seems to exist only to serve itself instead of the people it was created for and by, maybe it's time to think about letting it go or at least redefining it. That's the conclusion reached by people on Chicago's South Side, who are ending the St. Patrick's Day Parade they began in 1979:
When's the last time you saw anybody smoking on TV, unless it was in an old movie on one of the cable networks? Are smokers going to start feeling like blacks must have in the 1950s, when television producers pretended they didn't exist? Just a passing thought, triggered by:
Smoking in a film? Rate it R, so that no children under 17 are exposed to it.
That idea, at least, is what anti-smoking advocates were promoting at a rally Wednesday evening in Downtown Indianapolis.
So, I've gotten drunk and stupid once or twice in my life. But there weren't that many witnesses, and none of the people involved have written books about the incidents so far as I know, so my indiscretions have been allowed to dissolve into the mists of time. They haven't haunted the rest of my life. There was this one time, for example, when a bunch of us who were stationed at Fort Hood started drinking on Friday night in San Antonio and somehow ended up in a motel room in Mexico . . . but let's not ruin a good memory.
Maryland is worried that its state song, written during the Civil War when people were kind of riled up, might be a little rough by today's standards, and there is some thought of softening it up:
The song begins with a hostile reference to President Abraham Lincoln, who brought troops through Baltimore en route to protect Washington: "The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland!"
Well, President Obama did promise to end the war:
The Obama administration appears to be backing away from the phrase "global war on terror," a signature rhetorical legacy of its predecessor.
Oh, my. Some distressing news. You don't have to 10-62 on this, but if you, do, 10-40 it, OK? It's a 10-18 situation, maybe even requiring a 10-33. So, 10-12 till I get back to you:
Today, the Dallas Police Department moves to a new plain-language system that's supposed to make communications more universal and less complicated. No more of those distinctive radio codes or signals.
All those who've talked about "downtown development" have stressed the importance of reaching some magic tipping point where there are enough people to make attractions worthwhile and enough attractions to draw the people. No one ever seems sure about how to get to that point -- people first or attractions first or a little of this, a little of that? -- but the condo part of Harrison Square was at least meant to address the people part of the equation.
