TP: Not Just for the Bathroom, You Know?

Last year, in the community of Avon Lake (northwest of Cleveland), police responded to a call about a home being toilet-papered.

Ahh, toilet paper pranking--an activity that transcends generations.

Still a favorite of the contemporary devious teenager, but something that every homeowner laments; as the clean-up is oh so tedious.

For those meticulous youthful planners, WikiHow even offers a 27-step plan for successful toilet papering.

Recommendations for how to TOILET PAPER A HOUSE?

I am now convinced that one can find everything on the Internet.

Well, I hope that the resident victims in Avon Lake were not treated to something like the following work of "art" that greeted a Pleasant Ridge, Michigan homeowner one morning in 2012.

Here is what that family woke up to see:


Nice.


Yeah, real nice (as long as I am not on cleaning duty).
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Happy Tuesday!  

Memorial Day Remembrance: William Bordelon

Memorial Day.

A time to reflect on the sacrifices made by those who died while in US military service.

Sadly, many of the names are mostly forgotten--like that of Staff Sgt. William James Bordelon, USMC.



Sgt. Bordelon was killed in action during World War II, at the battle for Tarawa in the Gilbert Islands. For his bravery, he posthumously received the Congressional Medal of Honor.

Here is an excerpt from Bordelon's citation:
...Landing in the assault waves under withering enemy fire which killed all but 4 of the men in his tractor, S/Sgt. Bordelon hurriedly made demolition charges and personally put 2 pillboxes out of action. Hit by enemy machinegun fire just as a charge exploded in his hand while assaulting a third position, he courageously remained in action,...provided himself with a rifle and furnished fire coverage for a group of men scaling the seawall.

Disregarding his own serious condition, he unhesitatingly went to the aid of one of his demolition men, wounded and calling for help in the water, rescuing this man and another who had been hit by enemy fire while attempting to make the rescue.

Still refusing first aid for himself, he again made up demolition charges and single-handedly assaulted a fourth Japanese machinegun position but was instantly killed when caught in a final burst of fire...

Bordelon was one of three graduates of his high school (Central Catholic Marianist High School in San Antonio) to die that day at the Tarawa Atoll.

To read a little about what life was like for those that Bordelon left behind, go here.

I always hope that we Americans don't forget why Monday is a holiday.

Missing Evidence

Productivity?

"Hey! Look at that. The missing evidence in the Kelner case… He was innocent!"  --Lt. FD

Yea, office cleaning fun!

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Enjoy your weekend.

Disclaimer: Depicted is not a real police evidence bag, but rather a nifty supply case that my brother-in-law found at a yard sale. Since my days of doing police work are ancient history, any evidence that I might have lost has been forgotten and discarded. Perhaps, that is another good reason to blog using an alias.  

Mysterious Song

What to do when the music stops? Ok, definitely not this...
A man allegedly punched a Pennsylvania Lottery machine in the Downtown Easton Wawa because "he was mad because his song had ended," a store employee told city police.

John C. Dijulio... came into the store Thursday night... and bought peanuts before leaving... He returned and punched the machine.

Police later determined he was upset that a song he loved that was playing in the store had concluded...

If investigating this case, what is the most important information to determine?

Well, what tune would motivate Mr. Dijulio to take such action, of course!

The Greatest by Kenny Rogers?

Love Stinks by the J. Geils Band?

What song do you think it was?

It was certainly not this one.
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Enjoy your Wednesday.

Note: If you need a smile today, click on the "The Greatest" link above. It will take you to YouTube where a father and young son made a video to accompany the song. They do a nice job with it. 



Happy First Day of Spring

What is this blogging thing and how does it work?

Hello everyone. While I try to relearn what it is that I once did at this site, I'll share a personal photo.

The furry friend in the photo (I have referred to him here previously as the Yellow Buffalo) is much happier with the 6 inches of snow that we received today than I am.

In any event...

Happy First Day of Spring from a Snow-Covered Resident of the Northeastern US!





Blogging Caesura

Real-life stuff is piling up on me, and I don't like being an uncommitted blogger, so I am going to take a little writing break.

I still should be able to do some visits and commenting to your blogs while away though.

I hope to be back soon!

A Message in a Dream

Back when I was policing and in the field, my dreams while sleeping often revolved around the job.

Victims needing immediate help and for whatever reason I could not get to them.

People attacking me and "the fight was on."

Lots of violence.

Being well removed from those uniform days, I don't have police dreams so much anymore.

But evidently, my mental anxiety is still job related, just much less serious.

For instance, the other night, I had a dream.

I was speaking to a large class of students. Everyone was attentive (that is a definite dream indicator) and the room was quiet except for my voice.

I had covered everything that I wanted to say in 20 minutes. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to lecture for an hour.

Yikes.

My mind raced as I tried to figure out what the heck I was going to talk about for the next 40 minutes.

Fortunately, I woke up before the problem was resolved.

It is funny the messages that we receive in dreams.

For me, the jobs have changed and the opposed risks are much less, but the message is still loud and the same:

Preparation.

No matter the endeavor, success requires preparation, preparation, and more preparation.

I think I have some work to do, and then maybe I'll go back to dreams of running barefoot on a tropical island.
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I hope you all have a good weekend. 

No Hands No Arms No Problem

Tom Willis of California has been getting lots of attention lately.

And every bit of it is deserved.

Tom is the driving force behind "The Pitch for Awareness," a program to inform about the abilities of those with disabilities.

Through the initiative, he has been traveling across the United States throwing out ceremonial first pitches at Major League Baseball games. Also while visiting the cities, he conducts a fun program for children to help them better understand those with physical challenges.

So, how is a guy throwing a baseball impressive?

Tom throws the ball the 60 feet and 6 inches with his foot.

He grips the baseball with his toes, winds up, and tosses it with his foot to the catcher.

You see, Tom was born with no arms.

Yet, he has never let his obstacle slow him down.

Tom does home repair and uses tools.

He washes and then folds his laundry.

And he is licensed to drive a car--his is modified so that he can steer with his left foot and use his right for braking and acceleration. You can go here to his website and see the pictures.

His take home message?

Never underestimate what someone can achieve if they put their mind to accomplishing a goal.

So, you can click here to see Tom throw a baseball, and yes, it is amazing.

But be sure to watch the short clip below after a San Diego television station did a story on Tom. I think the 214 seconds about this inspirational individual is even more worth watching.



If you have trouble viewing the video above, you can click here to go to YouTube and watch it there.

Thanks for giving us lots to think about Tom.