The url of this site has been changed. Please update your bookmarks! Not So Normal News

31 December 2005

Happy 2006!...

Image Hosted by


appy New Year to all and I want to especially thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me your e-mails over the past 12 months.

I must send my thanks to whoever sent me that one about rat crap in the glue on envelopes cause I now have to get a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing. Also, I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains. I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper because the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans. I no longer use Saran Wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS. I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day. I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me. I no longer accept packages from UPS or FedEx, as they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise. I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army. I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers. I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike. I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish. Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it all to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time). I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

I no longer own a car, I sold it when I found that there will always someone leaving notes on it or waiting in the back seat to kill me. I now know that Oil Companies will lower their prices if we all boycott gasoline for a day.

Yes, I want to thank you so much for looking out for me. I'd like to return the favor, so you can just cut, paste and send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes. If you don't, your phone will ring at exactly 11:00 PM (EDT), informing you of a large dove with diarrhea that will land on your head tomorrow afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump.

I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician who is a Lawyer working at a Police Station somewhere.

30 December 2005

Well Friends...


nother year is coming very close to being placed into the history book of time. Quite frankly, for the entire world, this year really sucked big time. I watched a TV show last night that was a retro-spective on 2005. I kept sitting there thinking they must be saving the positive things for the end. Then when the credits were rolling I thought that perhaps there had to be a Part 2.

From hurricane Katrina wiping out New Orleans, the Tsunami, war all over the planet (pick a country, any country). From Mad cow disease... no wait, that was a few years ago... I meant the Bird Flu to the re-immergence of Smallpox....

This past year was a banner year for aliens visiting us from other planets. Why won't the governments of the world admit this? The answer is simple. Technology. We advanced ourselves way beyond our capabilities in 1947 at Roswell. If we told the world we really did get our hands on aliens and a UFO, then we would have to share the information. God forbid, sharing information for the betterment of mankind... that surely would be horrible and devastating.

Now I wish I hadn't started this blog entry because I don't know how to end it... or even where I am going with it. Not that I have those answers any other day either. Laugh.

I am positive that God is sitting up in heaven, with His head in His hands, and asking Saint Michael, "Ok, once more Mike... why did I create this?"

Observations and Questions
So.... are you glad this year is almost finished and why?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1942, Michael Nesmith, Houston, rocker/actor (Monkees-Last Train to Clarksville). HOUSTON?? I honestly thought this guy was from Great Britain. And in our death notices we find little Ling-Ling. The 1st panda China gave US, dies at 23 in 1992.
29 December 2005

Woe Is Me...


epent! The end is near. I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you this... the end of the world is coming. Yep... it was on television last night, so it must be true. Now, what the hell... it's the end of the year, nothing to do last night... might as well sit and watch some educational television.

Honest, you know I wouldn't lie about something like this.

I am such a sucker for things... I was exercising my remote finger and landed on the History channel. They just happened to have a special on the end of the world. What the heck, it is the end of a miserable year and almost the beginning of another one... how bad could this be?

One of the segments featured a thing that we're all familiar with... you know the puzzles that have letters in a row horizontal and vertical? Then you have to find the hidden words which could be backwards, up and down, forward, etc? The Bible is FULL of these things. Honest. There are people all over the world that do nothing but seek these things out. Since this only deals with the old testament there are a lot of Rabbi's doing this. They're not in order, just the words are all there in these sections. They have divided the Bible into two puzzles per section. There were things like: KENNEDY ASASSINATED OSWALD RUBY. And how about: TWIN DESTROYED TOWERS. Another cool one: WORLD WAR 300 MILLION DEAD. Then there it was... they just had to ruin my night... WORLD THE END 2010.

2010???? That's right down the road! Now if you know your basic Nostradomus, while he didn't quite predict the end of the world, he did stop his forcasting at 3715... Now someone is really wrong here.

Observations and Questions
Who do you believe? The Bible or Nostradomus?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1859, Venustiano Carranza, President of Mexico (1915-20) and great uncle of ex-wife #2. And in the great land beyond the mountain, in 1890, Big Foot, Sioux Indian chief, is slaughtered at Wounded Knee.
28 December 2005

Things, Things and...


t cetera... First up to bat... did the page load any faster for you? I took away all the pictures of our little club. Perhaps they were the culprets and slowing down the loading process?

Does my page load any faster? slower? no difference? Now I know some of you are logging on via dial-ups and there is nothing in the world I can do to make things faster for you... so please don't lie and tell me how slow things are if you are on dial-up... ok?

Next up... answers to yesterdays little quiz: I am not related to Mozart nor Edgar Allen Poe. But the others are bonifide, honest to goodness relatives. After almost 40 years of research and traveling to countless places, libraries, and cemeteries... these are all true relatives. And as all genealogist I have the documentation where needed.

Observations and Questions
Say what ya want!

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1924, Rod Serling, Syracuse NY, writer/host (Twilight Zone, Night Gallery). And in our death notices we find in 1983, Dennis Wilson, drummer/singer (Beach Boys), drowns at 39.
27 December 2005

You're Having Dinner...


nd just who are you inviting? Imagine you're having New Year's Day dinner... you can invite anyone... ANYONE... the only stipulation is that they must be dead. Yes, a bunch of dead people at your dinner table. I know, I know... some of you are saying this sounds like dinner with the family last week.

Seriously, if you could have a dinner party of 10 famous dead people who would be on the list and why? My list is as follows and not in any specific order:

1. Charlemagne: just because he's cool and intelligent.

2. Jesus Christ: to find out did if He did or didn't die on the cross. Hmmmm... did anyone else hear that clap of thunder?

3. Marie Antoinette: Get out the champagne glasses for proof!

4. Mozart: We need dinner music.

5. Vlad Tsepesch aka Count Dracula: To help control unruly guest.

6. Julius Caesar: To find out what Cleopatra was really like.

7. Edgar Allen Poe: To regale us in an after dinner story.

8. Eve: We all need a naked girl at dinner. Plus she's bringing apple strudel.

9. Sophia van Lodensteyn: 8th Great Grandmother... to ask her why, WHY did you leave Europe? I could have been King of something right now.

10. Blank: To be filled in later, because I know a week from now I'll think of someone I should have invited.

Observations and Questions
Who is on your short list and why? Also... this might be interesting. Out of the 9 people mentioned above, who are the TWO people I am NOT related to? We'll see if you've been paying attention.

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1943, Cokie Roberts, newscaster (ABC-TV). And in the death notices we find in 1981, Hoagy Carmichael US actor/songwriter (Stardust), dies at 82.
26 December 2005

And Then God Created...


he day AFTER Christmas. And man, did we really need it. I'm telling you, we have a really smart God. He thought about a lot of things before creating the earth... but He threw in a bonus... the day after...

This is the day we are sorry from being a pig... sorry for being a glutton... sorry for drinking... you name it and we're sorry for it. But best of all we get to go to the stores for many reasons... to buy discounted Christmas decorations for next year. But more importantly, we get to stand in long, long lines and return gifts that either don't fit, are out of style, or we just don't plain like 'em.

I'll bet, if you have kids, you are sitting here blogging and there's at least one toy that's broke... or maybe the infamous "missing pieces"... maybe never had the pieces.

Perhaps the only good thing about the day after Christmas is that you get to make turkey sandwiches... if you were smart enough to have turkey for Christmas dinner.

Here ya go... for those that I didn't send a card to, or get a chance to wish you a merry Christmas: Merry Christmas

Observations and Questions
What was the most favorite thing you received yesterday? Do you have the guts to tell us about a gift that is going back right after you read my blog?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1716, Thomas Gray, English poet (Elegy Written in a Country Church Yard). And in the death notices we find in 1986, Elsa Lanchester, actress (Bride of Frankenstien), dies at 84.
24 December 2005
23 December 2005

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow..

Image Hosted by


uhahahahaha... Yes, here I am once again to help educate you, whether or not you want to be educated. Did you know that...

Did you know the burning of the Yule Log was taken from ancient sun worship rituals? Yule Logs are supposed to be cut from red oak trees and burned all of Christmas Eve and into Christmas Day. It is unlucky to buy your own log and lucky ones usually come from your neighbor’s woodpile. It is also customary to light the new log with a scrap of last year's log. The scrap is kept under the homeowners’ bed to protect the home from fire and lightning during the next year.

Can you believe the very first ice skates were made from animal bones? The oldest pair ever discovered was found at the bottom of a lake in Switzerland and date back to 3000 B.C. Leg bones from large animals were used as the blade and the skates were tied on with leather straps. The Dutch word for skate is ‘schenkel’ which means leg bone. The largest outdoor skating rink is the Fujikyu Highland Promenade Rink in Japan. It was built in 1967 and covers 3.8 acres.

Can you think of what was used to move heavy items before the invention of the wheel? Sleds were used in the Neolithic Period as well as in pre-Columbian America where Eskimos used dogs to pull them. Ancient Egyptians also used sleds to haul large blocks of stone. Soon people created runners (to make the sled slide over the ground easier), two sleds together (the bobsled) and lightweight passenger sleds drawn by horses.

You may already know that no two snowflakes are alike, but do you know how they differ? Each tiny flake is formed by symmetrical crystals, meaning all sides are the same length and size. Each flake is different from the next in size, lacy structure and surface markings. The United States gets about 28 inches of snow every winter. Fun activities associated with snow are skiing, snowboarding, sled riding, snow mobile riding, or hiking with snowshoes. Some areas of the country have winter sports centers that depend greatly on the snow to make money.

Can you believe people used to worship evergreen holly as a sign of eternal life because it did not brown or die in the winter? Some religious groups say that the crown of thorns placed on Jesus head was made of holly. The berries were supposedly white but turned bright red from Jesuss blood. Holly is also said to represent the sun’s return after a long winter. We now place wreaths on doors or hallways to create a festive atmosphere during the holiday season.

Did you realize that mistletoe is rarely used in churches because it comes from the ancient Druid ceremony celebrating winter solstice? This once pagan tradition started when a girl would stand beneath the hanging plant and a boy would walk up, pick a berry and then kiss her. When the berries were gone…no more kisses!

Do you know why we hang stockings on the fireplace? Long ago it was said that Saint Nicholas (now called Santa Claus) threw 3 coins down a chimney of the home of 3 poor sisters. Each of the coins landed inside separate stockings left on the hearth (fireplace) to dry. It is now a modern tradition to hang stockings there in hopes that we might have the same good fortune.

Do you know that the most popular cookie kids leave for Santa is the Oreo? Maybe thats because over 9.1 billion of them are sold each year. There is no exact date recorded but the idea of leaving cookies for Santa started sometime in the 1930s. Naughty kids use them to bribe Santa at the last minute and nice kids use them as a way of thanking him for all his hard work on Christmas Eve.

Can you believe that Santa has been around since the 4th century? Originally known as Saint Nicholas, the patron of children and sailors, the bishop was immortalized because of his generous and loving nature towards children. He was said to have brought joy to the poor by throwing gifts through their windows. The Dutch called him Sint Nikolass, which eventually evolved into Sinter Klaas. It wasn’t until the Dutch began entering America that the colonials of New York began calling him Santa Claus.

The earliest known designer of a Christmas card was Sir Henry Cole, the first director of the Victoria and Albert Museum. It was both the Penny Post postal service in 1840 and the industrialization of the printing industry however, that led to the popularity of sending Christmas cards. By 1846, one thousand were sold at one shilling each. Cards in unsealed envelopes could be posted for half a penny. A German printer by the name of Louis Prang was designing and selling cards in Roxbury, Massachusetts in 1874. Ten years later his shop was selling more than 5 million cards a year.

Did you know eggnog used to be made with beer? In the 17th century a strong ale called nog was very popular in Britain around the holidays. It was made from beer, sugar, egg yolks, lemon rinds and cinnamon. Later in the 19th century North Americans took the French version of the drink called Lait de Poule, made from milk, sugar, and egg yolks and added spirits. With the addition of brandy, rum or sherry, we have our own modern day eggnog. We now cook the drink to remove the threat of salmonella, but the recipe has been the same for over 150 years.

The very first person to have Christmas lights on their tree was Edward Johnson who worked for Thomas Edison. It would be a while however before the general public could purchase similar lights. The first strands to be mass-produced came from Ever Ready in the early 1900s. By the 1920s General Electric had improved upon the invention.

Can you believe that someone once thought sugar would keep kids quiet? In the year 1670 the local choirmaster at the Cologne Cathedral gave his young singers sugar sticks to keep them quiet during the long ceremony. He had the candy bent in the shape of shepherds’ crooks to celebrate the festive occasion. In the 1920s a man named Bob McCormack made candy canes by hand for his friends and family. It took too long to bend them and only a few people could enjoy them. In the 1950’s his brother-in-law, Gregory Keller, invented a machine that made lots of candy canes at the same time. Bobs Candies, Inc. became the largest maker of candy canes in the world. It was only in the early 1900s that red stripes were added and peppermint became the standard flavor.

Did you know the tradition of the Christmas tree comes from Germany? The very first trees were oak, the same tree used for the Yule Log. Trees have been a symbol of good luck since the Middle Ages. In Germany, whenever someone would build a house, a small evergreen tree would be nailed to the highest beam. Soon people began bringing the tree inside during Christmastime and decorating it. When German immigrants came to the United States, they brought this tradition with them.

The custom of singing Christmas carols is said to have come from 13th century Italy where a man named St. Francis of Assisi led songs of praise. It is very bad luck to send carolers away empty handed. It is customary to offer food, drink or even a little money. It is also said to be unlucky if you sing Christmas carols at any other time of the year besides the festive season.

Can you believe the invention of Rudolph was an advertising gimmick? The red-nosed reindeer was born in 1939 when a 34-year old writer for Montgomery Ward named Robert L. May was asked to invent a Christmas story. The company gave copies of the story to customers during the holiday season as a promotion for their stores.

Observations and Questions
Today is freestyle day! Say what's on your mind.

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1949, Susan Lucci, Scarsdale NY, actress (All My Children, Mafia Princess). And rounding out the death notices in 679 Dagobert II king of Austrasia (676-679), murdered.
22 December 2005

'Tis The Season..

Image Hosted by


a la la la bah humbug! I swear this will be my last negative posting until after the New Year. I am wearing myself down reliving these incidents by writing about them the next day. I only had two things to do yesterday. Go to Target and get "Moon Shoes" for my youngest daughter and head to the VA for a neurology appointment and pick up some meds as I mentioned in yesterday's blog.

First Target... after searching for an agonizingly painful 10 minutes, I finally broke down and asked a clerk if they had them. She giggled and said "yes". I asked what they were... she laughed and said they put them on their feet, blow them up and then can bounce around the room. My mind fast forwarded to her bouncing around, falling and hitting her head on a table or something. Out the window went the "Moon Boots."

I saw the Homer Simpson version of the old game "Clue." Now that might be fun and I bought it. After picking up a Brittany Spears CD for her, I was finally done!!

Now for the VA. Things were going great... I go to the Neurology clinic and they want to put me in a Cognitive Group. I don't know, don't ask. After that I go to the med dispensing place. Talk about a long line... geez it never ended. I knew I was NOT going to get at the end of it... wherever it was. "End of the line pal," the clerk snarled. I looked at her and said, "I am NOT getting to the end of the line. I was here yesterday and you couldn't find my meds, now I am back... and I am not getting to the end of the line AGAIN."

She looked at me and we started the great stare-off contest. Who could outlast the other in a stare-down. I crossed my arms. I was serious, I would stand there all day rather than find the end of the line. Stare, stare, stare... "give me your card" she snapped. She went into the back. Now I already know once she found my pills, she opened them and spit on each one and reclosed the cap. She came out and handed them to me and told me to have a nice day. Yep, she spit on them.

I get home and emailed my ex-wife to tell her I had to get Homer's Clue. I got an email back that said, "Sorry, I already got that for her." Me back: "I don't care, she now has 2 Homer Clue games... one will be a spare." Her back: "Fine, whatever."

I will be soooooooooooo glad when this merry season is finally over. Oh, and if anyone is looking for me today I will be over at Target returning the crappy Homer game.

Observations and Questions
So... do you REALLY think life is greener on the other side?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1945, Diane Sawyer, Glasgow KY, newscaster (60 Minutes, ABC Prime Time). And in the death notices, none other than in 1440, Bluebeard pirate, executed.
21 December 2005

I Got A Wink!...

Image Hosted by


he took it in her hand and slowly guided it in... sooooo slow. She stopped and said she just didn't want to shove it all the way in real fast. I agreed. She's done this before I thought...

I held up my right hand to my ear... she asked what I was doing and I replied that I wanted to see if the light shined through. I could tell she didn't have a sense of humor. Carefully she examined my ear... and said, "wow, it's pretty bad in there." I told her she should be on this side of the pain. Bottom line... major infection, with slight complications. The slight complications being the blood. The Dr. said it's rare but it does happen, and not a major big deal.

She said everything in there was swollen and tender. She said she would normally clean out the junk but since things were such a mess in there she didn't want to torture me. I went along with that...

She prescribed medicine, anti-biotics and ear drops. This medicine should clear things up in about a week. If the meds didn't, then I needed to come back and see her next Thursday. As I was leaving, I turned to say "thanks and bye" She replied," you're very welcome" and then she winked. Winked? I never had a doctor wink at me before. I did have a male nurse wink at me once after an examination for a hernia...

Was she toying with my emotions, being as vulnerable as I was? Did she have some sort of eye affliction or nervous twitch?

Now for the hard part. I had to go back to the Gestapo House of Comedy oooppsss. did I say that? I meant the VA to get the prescriptions filled. Why the VA? Because I pay $0 for meds there. Case closed? Not on your life.

I go and turn the scripts in... and wait an hour for them to be filled. They have a TV screen with names scrolling when your meds are finished and ready for pick-up. There's my name! They're done. I rush to the window, the girl takes my card and disappears into the back. She comes out and looks in the computer and goes away again. Comes back and checks another computer and goes away. Out she comes and I said, "Please don't look at another computer and disappear... what's the problem?" She told me that the screen says my meds are done but she can't find them. I figure, it's the VA why should I be so surprised? There's some guy in Texas taking ear pills for his damaged heart problem now.

Finally, she's typing and said she has to re-enter the prescriptions all over again and I have to wait another hour. Yeah, right.

There was a sign on the wall that said they would only hold meds for 3 days and then return them to stock. Good enough for me... I left and now will go back today for the stuff. I have a 1 o'clock for the Neurology department... I can kill 2 birds with one stone...

Why do I have this nagging feeling that this isn't over yet?

Observations and Questions
Hey, so how are your holidays going so far? lol

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1940, Frank Zappa, Baltimore MD, composer/musician/satirist (Mothers of Invention, Catholic Girls). And in the death notes we have in 1945, George S Patton, US general, (Sicily/Normandy), dies in car accident in Heidelberg at 60.
20 December 2005

How To Ruin A...

Image Hosted by


erfectly nice day... go to a VA Hospital for help. The day before I left for Philly last week I developed a slight earache. That night I filled a hot water bottle up and slept on it all night. The ear felt fine the next day for my trip. All the time I was up visiting, my ear would fill up, drain, etc. But not enough to stop me from enjoying myself.

Back in Houston, it started hurting again. Then it began discharging a really foul smelling substance. Carefully using a q-tib I proceeded to gently clean the ear out of some kind of junk... I also noticed that the tip of the q-tib was getting a little pinkish... to me that meant blood. Junk and smelly stuff and wax were ok, but not even a hint of blood was or is acceptable. This was Sunday night and I figured I better get my butt to the VA Hospital in the morning. On Sunday I called the VA to find out what time the Ear, Nose and Throat clinic opened. The woman said 8AM, but sometimes they get there and open at 7:30AM.

Wanting to be first to be seen I get there at 7:15AM. Of course because I am first they don't open until 8:10AM. I tell the receptionist my problem and she says today is "cancer only" day and for me to go down to Triage. I should have known. To me Triage is the "let's see if this guy is really sick" department and I wasn't wasting my time there. So I walked over to the "walk-in" clinic. Filled out the paper and sat down... and waited, and waited and waited. The nurse comes out, calls three names of guys that came in after me, then she disappeared. I asked the clerk and she just shrugged. I told her to tell the nurse that I needed to go to another hospital to be seen and walked out. Typical VA care.

Trust me there is more to this story but I'll spare you the details.

Observations and Questions
Have you ever had a similar experience with a hospital or a doctor?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1720, Charles Edward Stuart, [Bonnie Prince Charlie/Young Pretender]. And opening the death book we have in 1996, Carl Sagan scientist (Contact), dies at 62.
18 December 2005

Excuse Me Miss...

Image Hosted by


kay. Yesterday I HAD to go Christmas shopping for a few things. So I went to a local mall near me. I needed to get a CD. There was not a music store in the mall but there was a Sears right there. The Sears I use to shop in back home in Philly had a record store so why not this one.

I went in and walked around on the first floor for awhile before going to the 2nd floor. I looked in earnest for a store directory before I would ask a salesperson. Could not find a directory.

Then I saw her... man, I am telling you she was Drop Dead "forget Kelly Monaco" Gorgeous. What she ever was doing working in a Sears was beyond me. I got in line behind two customers: gab, gab, how are the kids, gab, gab... geez ladies, there are serious shoppers behind you.

My turn finally!! Yippeee! I am sooooo glad I put my Aramis on in the morning. I could not stop looking at her... all of her. Her black hair flowing down, laying across her forehead. I just KNEW she had on some kind of sensual prefume. It was my turn to smell her... oooppss... I meant be waited on. Here is how the conversation went and from this point on she will be referred to as: GSG, gorgeous sales girl. And I will be known as LOMWWW, Lecherous Old Man Walking With Walker.

GSG: Hi! (translated meant : hi there you handsome, studly young man with no walker.)
LOMWWW: Hi and good morning! (translated meant: hi cutie... you are unbelievably hot.)

GSG: Can I help you sir?: (translated: MMmmMmmm honey, I get off at 5, wanna date?)
LOMWWW: Yes, you can, I hope. (translated: I'll bet you could give me another stroke.)

LOMWWW: Could you tell me where the record department is?
GSG: Ummm. Record department? ummm.

(I could hear the wheels turning in her head: whirrr... whirrrr... clink... thud.)

LOMWWW: Yes, you know a record store, a music store...
GSG: Oh! You mean a music store where they sell CD's?

LOMWWW: (Dammit Denny... a record store?? )
GSG: I think there might be one on the 2nd floor... no, maybe in the basement... no, I think it closed down. Sorry)

Hey now, if you read correctly, in the preface, I did not say she appeared to have any working brain cells.

Observations and Questions
Ever run into someone who you thought was totally attractive until they spoke?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in, 1972, Alyssa Jane Milano. Brooklyn NY, actress (Samantha-Who's the Boss, Jennifer-Melrose Place, Phoebe-Charmed). And in the death department we find in 1996, Marcello Mastroiani, actor, (8½, Assassin, Family Diary), dies at 72.

A Day in Hell !!!...

Image Hosted by


h my God.... My last day in Philly/Jersey... or How I Spent a Lifetime in Hades! What a great way to ruin a really fun time in Philly! Really!!

Ok, I want to re-construct this in a proper manner and leave out all the curse words. Friday night, the night before I left, since I don't use an alarm clock I wanted to wake up at a decent hour, like 2AM so I'd be ontime to take the rental car back and be at my 7AM flight in time. Do you think I could fall asleep? Nooooo... I laid awake for an hour debating if I should just get up and go to the airport then while the Enterprise was still open... After that hour was up I started to get a headache and wondered if I was getting ready to have another stroke. I laid there for another hour assessing my symptoms... finally about 10PM I fell asleep. I woke up at 2:30AM... not bad. Got dressed, etc. and headed out the door.

Since it was after midnight I had to take my rental car to a "collect all rental cars" drop-off point at the Philly area. Since this was the Philly airport, there were no signs of course... you had to do this by ESP or something. Around and around I drove, up darks streets, down even darker roadways... not a light or a sign that says anything... except No Outlet at the end of one long street. I turn around and go all the way back. I see what appeared to be a dimly lit, empty parking lot. There was a booth at the entrance. No signs, no nothing. I pulled in and asked the lady where Sunpark was because I had to return my car. I saw her lips moving but no sound. She spoke behind what I think was bullet-proof glass. I think I started doing hand and finger gestures as a way of communicating. I couldn't take it anymore, so I grabbed a piece of paper and scrawled SUNPARK?. She pointed down. Was she telling me to 'go to hell' or what? Then she pointed to her left breast. Great, I'm trying to get to the airport and not miss my flight and this broad wants to show me her breast. Then I saw it.... in teeny, tiny letters... Sunpark on her shirt. I swear if I had a gun.....

Ok, I get the car returned and the Sunpark van drove me over to the airport. Now it's about 4AM. (All times are approximate because my memory was becoming a blurr). There's a skycap doing something and I tell him I'd like to check in with my bags. "Oh, we don't open for another half hour", he says. "WHAT??? this is an airport, flights in and out all day and night" I say. "We open at 4:30 sir"...

To make a long story shorter, I finally get my bag checked, and head to Concourse C. There's a sign that says the security people don't start til 5AM and to go to Concourse B to check-in for flights departing from C. This is getting worse! Back down the stairs... walker and all. I get to the bottom and decide to go outside for a well-deserved cigarette. That accomplished I go back in and look for concourse B. I look across the whatever the hell it was, and I see people standing in line at my concourse now. (Insert heavy sigh here). Back down the steps and over to the steps leading me to heaven. Once at the top there's a line but no-one checking anything... It's almost 5AM so they should be opening soon. At 5:15AM someone shows up... and I breeze right through... then I get to security. You think it's easy sailing now, dontcha? Who do I get but some over-sized Gestapo agent. I nicely inform her that I have a laptop. "Put it through" she barked. "But in Houston they hand-checked it",I said. "Put it through on the belt", she ordered. Fine, whatever... just get me the hell outta here.

Onto C22 where my flight was leaving at 7AM. (Excuse me while I run for some coffee, this is getting tiresome just writing about it. You wanna go take a bathroom break or anything?).

I get to my departure gate and sit down exhausted. People start arriving... the flight people arrive. (You think this is over finally, huh?).

Some guy in a uniform gets on the mike and announces that the flight is over-booked by two people and they need 2 volunteers to give up their seats. While he's waiting for a response and uniformed guy walks up and tells the other guy, he's got very strong headwinds before he gets to his destination and he has to bump 4 people... shakes his head and walks away. Shrug... Two people volunteer to take the cut and get a free roundtrip ticket anywhere in the U.S. or Canada good for one year. We start boarding!!! Yippee!!! Finally, we're on our way... (You would think? Not quite there poopsie.)

After we're all seated and axiously awaiting take off... the captain comes out of the cockpit and addresses the passengers... remember the uniformed guy complaining he had to bump 4 people? Yep, he's my captain. He goes through the high winds sob story but says he don't have to bump anyone... to make a long story short, we're stopping in Birmingham, Alabama for a refill (insert loud groan from people). (Do ya wanna stop here and go make breakfast or maybe go to Mass?).

Finally, about 7:30AM the plane actually starts moving. We didn't go very far. The captain gets on the mic and announces that there is a slight delay... skies foggy or misty or some shit like that. FORTY-FIVE minutes later... we slowly move to the runway. And whoosh... we're off!!!

Now I stopped looking at my watch and I didn't care what time it was... I didn't know what time zone we were in... I didn't care.

We land in beautiful downtown Birmingham... it takes a half hour to get gas... another half hour to get back into the air. Houston here I come!! We finally land at noon... approximately 5 hours after we took off... the flight normally take 3 and a half hours. Down to baggage claim to get my bag. I'm tired, pissed and haven't had a cigarette for dunno 6 hours? The belt starts, and runs and runs and run... a half hour later ONE friggen bag comes down the shoot. The shoot stops. Malfunction... why not? Over to another area to wait for my bag. I don't know, 5, 10 maybe 15 bags come down and then the belt stops. In the meantime I don't see my limo driver.... finally I see him, sleeping on a chair. I wake him up and he says he's been waiting for 3 hours. By then the bags come off and there's my bag. It's FINALLY over!! My fun-filled week of fun and no sun, in snowing Philly was over. I fell asleep in the back of the cozy limo for the 1/2 hour ride home. Bah Humbug... no, make that BAH HUMBUG... BAH HUMBUG!!!

Observations and Questions
Have you ever had a trip go terribly wrong?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1980, Christina Aguilera, Staten Island, NY, singer (Genie in a Bottle, What A Girl Wants). And in our warm, cozy death notices we find in 1931 John T "Legs" Diamond, US gangster, murdered at 35, who also attended the same grade school as two of my grandsons, St. Anne's in Philly.
16 December 2005

By The Time...

Image Hosted by


ou read this I should be up in the air and heading back to Texas. Right now it's 2AM EST and my flight leaves at 7AM. I need to find the car rental drop off place at the Philly airport first... I could never find it before so I am assuming this time won't be any different.

I've had a good time up here seeing my entire family. I could have done without the snow and ice, but then again it's the Christmas season so that's got to be expected.

It will feel good to sleep in my own bed tonight. These motel beds are for the birds. I've decided that I'm not staying at this place next time. It's gotten worn down and there's a new Fairfield Inn and a new Marriot a few miles further and I have a feeling that they will be cleaner, etc.

So adios until I am back in Houston....

Where Am I?...

Image Hosted by


ell, last night I decided to go up to my son's house in Philly for dinner. Told him I would be there by 5:30AM... uh huh...

As I left the motel room it started to snow with a mixture of freezing rain. I should have ended my trip right there. But no, I decided it probably really wasn't that bad... so off I went. I no sooner got on the freeway to head into Philly, when it started blizzarding and the freezing rain turned into ice cubes. I figured this might be a good time to turn around...

I got off the freeway and decided not to go back on the freeway in the opposite direction because of the heavy traffic coming out of Philly. So, I did the next best thing and look for back roads. BIG MISTAKE. I was soooooo lost. The more lost I got, the heavier the rain, snow and hail the size of what seemed like basketballs kept coming down. I went through towns I never knew existed.

After an hour of driving around and going up and down dirt roads that hadn't been used since Washington marched the troops through back in 1776. I finally saw a small dimly lit bar on a corner... I was going to pull in for directions, but changed my mind when I saw about 30 motorcycles in the parking lot. I'll stay lost for a bit more maybe.

Then I saw a sign that mentioned a town I knew and decided to follow that for awhile. I figured I better call my son and let him know I was touring South Jersey. I dialed and was cut off before the first ring. Re-dialed and re-re-dialed. Then it dawned on me he had his phone number changed and I never programed it into my cell phone.

Finally about 2 hours later I spotted a road I recognized, turned and got back to the motel in one piece.

Now here it is about 5AM EST and it's about time I head out for breakfast... assuming the roads have been cleared... uh huh.

15 December 2005

It's Still Freezing...

Image Hosted by


here's a pair of cut-off jeans with my name on them in the bedroom drawer or probably on the floor somewhere in the warmer climate of Texas.

I hated snow when I lived here... and hate it even more when I visit. I've forgotten that really cool feeling when your car slides all around on the highway. I feel right at home again. In Texas the only thing I worry about on the road is the occaisional road-kill like squirrel or other little furry unlucky animals.

But it's been fun seeing all my family. I've decided from now on I am only visiting during the summer.

13 December 2005

It's Freezing...

Image Hosted by


eally... it's 8 degrees here when you figure in the wind chill. 8 degrees!! That's about 60 degrees colder than I am use to in Texas.

Even though I was born and raised here I honestly do not know how people live with this weather...

Hope everyone is staying warm where ever you are. Send some heat to me!

12 December 2005

Hi! From...

Image Hosted by


rom Philly! ummmm finally... I was doing great on the way to the airport on Saturday morning... until the plane took off and the pilot came on the loud speaker and welcomed everyone aboard... then told us the anticipated weather in Chicago! CHICAGO??? What the?....

I grabbed the stewardess, "ummm where are we going? I asked. "Chicago" she replied. Apparently the plane was making a stop over in Chicago that I did not see when I bought the tickets. That's how the trip started. Oh joy!

10 December 2005

Going North...

Image Hosted by


y the time you read this I should be thousands of feet in the air heading towards Philly. I haven't even left Texas and already I am freezing my ass off. BAH HUMBUG!

Have a great week and I'll be back bright and early next Sunday morning!

In the mean time, check this guys house out:


09 December 2005

My Bags Are Packed...


lane tickets bought, limo scheduled to pick me up. Y'all are thinking, why that Denny is sneaking off to Belize for the holidays... no such luck. I am heading off to the frigid north. Yep, 10 degrees in Philadelphia... as opposed to a balmy 91 in Belize.

The limo will pick me up at about 5:30AM tomorrow morning and off I go. On Tuesday I think it snowed about 5 inches there... yesterday they got another few inches. I should be going to Belize. But why would I want to go to Belize when I can be driving sliding all around in snow-covered Philly? But this way I get to see my parents, daughter, son, son, grandchildren, brother and sister as opposed to half naked chicks lounging on the beach on Ambergris Caye.

I am taking along my laptop so I will be able to keep tabs on everyone's blog. I might even be able to post some articles, assuming my fingers haven't fallen off from the ice.

So please don't desert me while I am gone. I'll be back on Saturday the 17th.

Observations and Questions
Any traveling plans for the holidays? If you could escape to anywhere over Christmas and New Year's... where would it be to?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1898, Emmett Kelly, Sedan KS, circus clown (Weary Willie). And in the death notices we find my dear, dear, close uncle in 1706, Pedro II, King of Portugal (1683-1706), dies at 58.
08 December 2005

Are There Any Normal...


omen out there? The other day I mentioned that I had a "group therapy" thing at the VA Hospital. I debated most of the morning yesterday if I really wanted to go or not. Finally, I showered and shaved and went.

I got to the office and the door was locked. Looked at my watch, 1:55 PM...ok, a few minutes early. I am still relatively calm at this point. My regular psychiatrist walks by and we chat for a minute and I told her why I was standing in the middle of the hallway. She said the woman doing the group therapy interviews was probably on lunch. I watched her walk away and thought... she is soooo fine.

Now it was 2:15PM... a well-dressed woman came along and asked where the doctor was... "don't know." She pulled keys out of her pocket, unlocked the door and said she would go find the doctor. That was the last I saw of her.

Within a minute or so, a woman about 30ish came in, and I thought she was the doctor. "hi, no one here yet? I hate coming to these things." and she sat down. As I soon found out from her, this wasn't a one on one interview it was a group thing to determine which group you would be assigned. She was actually kinda cute and I thought that this might be interesting. Within minutes she told me she was there because of her kleptomania... ummmmm, ok.... I was really hoping for a different kinda "mania".

Now it was 2:45PM... this thing was supposed to start at 2PM. The woman stood up and said she couldn't wait for this "bullshit" and she had shopping to do for Christmas. Uh huh...

Me like a dope, I sat there, until 3PM... no one ever showed up so I left. I knew I shouldn't have gone. When I got home, I checked the appointment and it was for the correct day and time. Shrug. Now I'll just wait until after the new year to go.

Observations and Questions
Have you gone to the doctors for an appointment only to find out the doctor wasn't "in" today? Or any kind of other appointment?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1943, Jim Morrison, Melbourne FL, singer (Doors) is he really dead?. And in our death notices we find in 1993, Carlotta Monti lover of WC Fields, dies at 86.
07 December 2005

Please, Can We Just Go...


ang him? Has anyone been watching the Sadam Hussein trial on Court TV lately? America's best television producers couldn't come up with a funnier or sadder sitcom. This court is totally out of control.

I swear, at one point, Sadam was yelling about treatment, the Judge was talking to the witness who was talking about being raped, someone else was at a podium speaking and the interpreter was speaking and trying to interpret the entire mess. All of this while the 3 procecuting attorneys sit with their arms folded not saying a word... ever. Talk about a kangaroo court.

Judge Judy would have a field day. The defendants just jump up anytime they feel like it and start yelling about whatever moves them. The sentencing phase should be a real riot.

Observations and Questions
Make any comments you want... everyone type all at the same time.

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1761, Madame [Marie Grosholtz] Tussaud who created wax museum. And in the death notices we find in 1817, Captain William Bligh, British naval officer of "Mutuny on the Bounty" fame dies in London at 63.
06 December 2005

Well, Here I Go...


gain... As many of you know, I go to see a psychiatrist at the VA Hospital every month or so. No, I'm not nuts or crazy. I just need to kinda focus on the positive things in life. About 2 years ago the psych thought maybe I needed "group therapy." I humored her and went. I actually found this soooo interesting, I had to stop going.

The first time I went I had to introduce myself to the group and then tell them my life story... which I hated... I do not like talking about myself, which I think is evident sometimes on this blog. I'll talk about everything else but rarely my feelings, etc. Anyway after the initial visit, the next visit was interesting. The guy next to me had ghosts in his house and he would sit and chat with them. Another guy couldn't stand the voices in his house and especially the ones coming from his TV set. OK, you get the idea of what I was up against. How could my stories ever top these?

I became too engrossed in the other peoples' problem and found myself asking them questions which the psych loved because I was getting these guys to talk... everyone was talking, except me. I still do not know what the objective of the focus group was... and now I am repeating it all over again.

Tomorrow at 2PM I go for Depression Education... don't ask, I don't have a clue what it is... then from that meeting I'll be integrated into another "focus group."

My ideal focus group would be a group of nymphomaniacs, but since it is a VA Hospital, that's not going to happen.

Observations and Questions
Have you ever been to a psycho-group? Seriously depressed and on meds?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1948, JoBeth Williams, Houston TX, actress (Kramer vs Kramer, Poltergeist). And in the death notices we have one of my all time favorites, in 1988 Roy Orbison, US Rock singer (Pretty Woman, Only the Lonely), dies of a massive heart attack at 52.
05 December 2005

Have You Ever Wanted...


omething so bad you could almost taste it? As you know, I have been trying forever to co-ordinate things between me and my daughters to go see the mummy, Nesperennub, at the Houston Museum of Natural Science.

Things started off bad yesterday. I picked up the girls and we headed down to the museum. We got there at 10AM and discovered on Sundays it doesn't open until 11AM. After an eternity of waiting, the doors finally opened and in we went. Since I'm a member we go to a special line. Big deal. The guy at the desk said there was something that needed adjusting at the display and the 11AM tour was postponed until 12 noon. Now we had to kill another hour. We went to the butterfly museum at the end of the hall and saw a gazillion butterflies all happily flying around. The girls went through it in record speed... 15 minutes.

We got out of there and there is a McDonald's inside the museum and the girls were hungry. We ate... by the time we were finished it was time! Finally after months of trying, and the extra added hours we were finally going to see Mr. Nesperennub, high priest of Egypt. BUT before we got into the main exhibition we had to watch a movie about Nesperennub... AND the movie was 3D. My oldest daughter for the first few minutes wouldn't put the glasses on... finally she did. My youngest said the movie was making her sick and put the glasses on at 5 minute intervals. The movie was kinda/sorta interesting as we went through his body and watched his brain being pulled out through his nose, etc. At this point, even I was getting a bit queasy. OK... movietime was over... onto the MUMMY!!

As we entered the chamber, the first thing we saw was the mummy... well, almost. What we saw was the mummy's "casket" or overbox, which was all painted and decorated in the style you would expect. And ummmm... that was it for the mummy. We saw the box that held the mummy and the mummy was inside which we didn't see.

Now don't get upset, there were other things to see and oooo and aaahhh about. For example the next display showed the lid to his wife's casket... nothing else, just the lid. How impressive was that?

The other rooms which were darkened and only a spotlight on the display cases showed statues... which for the most part were reproductions with a note that the real statues were in Egypt. I couldn't contain myself.

Mercifully it was over as we exited into the gift shop. THEN, the girls got excited. Little Egyptian statues for $20 and t-shirts proclaiming "I Love My Mummy"... please shoot me now.

After we got back into the car and driving back I asked, "So guys, what did you think?" There was a deafening pause... and I think I heard one say "ummm, it was nice."

Observations and Questions
I'm not even sure what to ask or say here...

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1839, George Armstrong Custer, Major General (Union volunteers, of Little Big Horn fame). And in the death notices we find in 1791, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart composer, dies in Vienna, Austria, at 35.
04 December 2005

Today Is The Day...


INALLY!! If you have followed my blog for any amount of time now, you will know how many times I have tried to go see this mummy display. I keep saying ok, this Sunday, this Sunday... this Sunday I am finally taking my two daughters, age 9 and 7 to see the mummy Nesperennub. And every Monday I have to announce that we didn't make it, due to birthday parties, scout meetings, etc.

Well guess what??? Today is the day!!! They have nothing scheduled... I called the museum and purchased the tickets (again) for the 11AM showing. I am psyched!

I'll feel much better once I am back home, knowing we actually got there! Stay tuned... lol

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1973, Tyra Banks, model/actress. And in the burial chamber we find 1642 Armand-Jean Duplessis Cardinal Richelieu, bishop of Luçon, dies at about 57.
03 December 2005

How Do You...


verdose on Heroin? I'm serious... I'd like to know. Now don't get upset... I'm not going over the edge here. But unfortunately my cousin's 21 year old daughter did... last Monday night... at home... in her bedroom. Her funeral was yesterday, Friday.

Here was a young woman in her senior year of college, her whole life ahead of her, and this happens. My cousin is a partner in a large accounting firm, his son is an accountant and I believe in the same firm. My cousin's daughter was, I assume, going into the same firm.

This is not part of the progression of the way things are supposed to happen... not be jumping around in generations.

D... may you rest in peace... because I know your parents are not living in peace now... and they never will.

Observations and Questions
I'm serious... I want to know how a person overdoses? If you are addicted and you take heroin... don't you know how much you take? If you take dunno 6 cc... don't you know to always take 6 cc? and not 8 or 9?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1943, Valerie Perrine, Galveston TX, actress (Slaughterhouse 5). And in the dismal death notices we find in 1894, Robert Louis Stevenson, English writer, (Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde), dies from a cerebral hemorrhage at 45.
02 December 2005

True or False?: Part II


esterday when I wrote the True or False article about potential stories that were either true or false I didn't realize that I had actually received this one and had to go look for it.

The Email:
This photo was taken in a hospital after the patient was in an accident where he was responsible for a young woman's death. It is said that when you receive this image and do not send it to at least five people, the woman will look for you during the night to collect your soul.

People in Laredo, Texas, received this image and did not send it and were killed outside a bar; it looked as if this woman killed them. Send it to five people or the woman will look for you.

Image Hosted by

Those who don't believe in ghosts need no reassurance that such pictures are phony, while believers demand proof that ghosts don't exist, a standard impossible to meet.

Suffice it to say that the October 2004 item reproduced above is nothing more than a common type of chain letter (the "luck" or "prayer" letter), a form that has been around since at least the 19th century and promises dire consequences (or at least bad luck) to recipients who fail to forward the message to the requisite number of people. (Such letters often include anecdotes explaining the disastrous fates that supposedly befell some recipients who didn't heed the enclosed warning and unwisely broke the chain.) That such a letter is now disseminated through e-mail rather than the postal service and includes a fabricated photograph of an "avenging spirit" doesn't make it any different than century-old versions — only the style has changed, not the substance.

The backstory for the image of the woman included with this version claims that "People in Laredo, Texas, received this image and did not send it and were killed outside a bar; it looked as if this woman killed them." The truth has far less to do with murdering ghosts than it does with movies: the picture came from a 2003 Thai horror film variously titled The Mother or The Unborn or Bangkok Haunted 2: The Unborn. The spooky image was used as the DVD artwork for the film. The sleeping person in the photo is not, as the e-mail would have it, a man but rather Thai actress Aranya Namwong. - This story is False.

Yesterdays Results
#1 - Gerber, Eating Babies in Africa - False
#2 - Europeans Eating Relative - Unknown
#3 - The Mummy - False.

Observations and Questions
This was fun and I think I might just do this every-so-often. Whatcha think?

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
Born this day in 1981,Britany Jean Spears Kentwood, LA, singer. And in the deep, dark, mysterious death notices we find in 1814 Marquis de Sade, writer, dies at 74. I can't even imagine what he may have died from. LOL

01 December 2005

True or False?


oday's entry is long... I'm sorry, but stick with it. As you all know, I go to unbelievably great lengths to bring you up-to-date, factual and interesting news articles to ponder. Ok, maybe "unbelievably great lengths" is a bit much... but anyway I do desperately look around for interesting items.

Today I am writing about actual stories that have circulated around for awhile. I don't know if they are all true or not, some are and some aren't.

Article #1
A large multinational corporation (Gerber) once attempted to sell baby food in an African nation by using packaging designed for its home country market (USA). The company's regular label showed a picture of a baby with a caption describing the kind of baby food contained in the jar. African consumers took one look at the product, however, and were horrified. They interpreted the labels to mean that the jars contained ground-up babies!

Article #2
When the family moved to North America, they kept in constant touch with their European relatives. Letters and parcels regularly made their way from one shore to another. After a long period of silence, a small box arrived from the U.S. Inside, carefully wrapped in tissue paper, was a jar of grey powder. There was no note, but since many of the previous parcels had contained ready-to-make packaged mixes, the European family members thought that this powder, too, was a mix that would be prepared by simply adding water. The sauce was made and served, but it wasn't the best they had eaten! Several days later, a letter arrived from the U.S. explaining that the father had died, and because he had always been homesick, he wished his ashes to be spread over his home town. Grandma hoped that the rest of the family would not be inconvenienced and that the letter would get to them before the ashes, which were being sent separately in a jar and were securely wrapped in tissue paper.

Article #3
The Princess of Amen-Ra lived some 1,500 years before Christ. When she died, she was laid in an ornate wooden coffin and buried deep in a vault at Luxor, on the banks of the Nile.

In the late 1890s, 4 rich young Englishmen visiting the excavations at Luxor were invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of Princess of Amen-Ra.

They drew lots. The man who won paid several thousand pounds and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later, he was seen walking out towards the desert. He never returned.

The next day, one of the remaining 3 men was shot by an Egyptian servant accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded it had to be amputated.

The third man in the foursome found on his return home that the bank holding his entire savings had failed. The fourth guy suffered a severe illness, lost his job and was reduced to selling matches in the street.

Nevertheless, the coffin reached England (causing other misfortunes along the way), where it was bought by a London businessman.

After 3 of his family members had been injured in a road accident and his house damaged by fire, the businessman donated it to the British Museum.

As the coffin was being unloaded from a truck in the museum courtyard, the truck suddenly went into reverse and trapped a passerby. Then as the casket was being lifted up the stairs by 2 workmen, 1 fell and broke his leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two days later.

Once the Princess was installed in the Egyptian Room, trouble really started. The Museum's night watchmen frequently heard frantic hammering and sobbing from the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were also often hurled about at night. One watchman died on duty; making the other watchmen wanting to quit. Cleaners refused to go near the Princess too. When a visitor derisively flicked a dustcloth at the face painted on the coffin, his child died of measles soon afterwards.

Finally, the authorities had the mummy carried down to the basement figuring it could not do any harm down there. Within a week, one of the helpers was seriously ill, and the supervisor of the move was found dead on his desk.

By now, the papers had heard of it. A journalist photographer took a picture of the mummy case and when he developed it, the painting on the coffin was of a horrifying, human face. The photographer was said to have gone home then, locked his bedroom door and shot himself.

Soon afterwards, the museum sold the mummy to a private collector. After continual misfortune (and deaths), the owner banished it to the attic.

A well known authority on the occult, Madame Helena Blavatsky, visited the premises. Upon entry, she was sized with a shivering fit and searched the house for the source of &an evil influence of incredible intensity; She finally came to the attic and found the mummy case.

Can you exorcise this evil spirit? Asked the owner. There is no such thing as exorcism. Evil remains evil forever. Nothing can be done about it. I implore you to get rid of this evil as soon as possible.

But no British museum would take the mummy; the fact that almost 20 people had met with misfortune, disaster or death from handling the casket, in barely 10 years, was now well known.

Eventually, a hardheaded American archaeologist (who dismissed the happenings as quirks of circumstance), paid a handsome price for the mummy and arranged for its removal to New York. In Apr 1912, the new owner escorted its treasure aboard a sparkling, new White Star liner about to make its maiden voyage to New York.

On the night of April 14, amid scenes of unprecedented horror, the Princess of Amen-Ra accompanied 1,500 passengers to their deaths at the bottom of the Atlantic. The name of the ship was of course, the R.M.S. TITANIC.

Observations and Questions
What's your take? What do you think, True or False? The answers tomorrow along with Part II.

Birth Announcements and Dusty Death Notices
This date has been over-whelmingly busy in both births and deaths. Too many to pick from... I'll just tell ya that there were 164 births and over 80 deaths this date.