Item #1: A place to call home
Miramichi is a place of about 17,000 hardy folks on the east coast of New Brunswick, Canada. That’s big enough to have a few police. It is also the same distance from the Equator, as we are here on the Naneum Fan (47° N.). In the N-S direction that is 320 miles north of New York City. Both places, it is cold and there is a bit of snow.
There is also this pretty pink donation bin for the Children’s Wish Foundation, for clothing.
I titled this item “A place to call home”, but it remains unclear exactly why people climb into these things. In Canada this seems to happening enough that it has become a national issue. A few people die; about two each year. Not this time, thanks to an observant police officer.
3:30 a.m. during a snow storm
Item #2: Lost & found
Some boso took 2 Humbolt Penquins from a zoo. That was in November. Apparently they were cared for by the 23 year old, so found in good health.
The writer and the police try to get cute: they were able to “find them after “putting our beaks in”, and it did not turn into a “cold case.”
In fact, the police got a tip.
The “cold case” bit appears to be a reference to the icy Antarctic home of many penguins. This type is from the west coast of South America, Peru & Chile.
It is nice that they have been found.
Item #3: another bird
At the Whitehall Ferry Terminal in Manhattan, a pigeon sat on the edge of a water fountain. The rest is history.
I never liked drinking out of the fountains in school hallways.
Years ago our school had terrible tasting water, and likely it had lead and other great things in it. Maybe Radon. Would explain a lot.
Plastic bottled water seems to be the in thing, anyway.
Item #4: cat & baby
The short note to this photo says: “ Baby was crying while I was in the bathroom but suddenly stopped. I came out to find this.”
We’ve a lack of experience – no babies.
Item #5: A pizza story
I did work making and selling pizza (1961- 1965).
We made it in large rectangular pans, cut 7 X 4, so 28 pieces.
If asked, we put pepperoni on after it came from the oven.
It sold for 15 cents a square.
Still like pizza, and pizza stories.
A man of religion came upon a group of boys
and asked what they were up to.
They were having a contest, one said. The teller
of the biggest lie would win the last slice of pizza.
The preacher commented
“At your age I would never have thought of telling a lie.”
And one of the boys said “I guess he wins the pizza.”
And that, for this week, is the not so nasty news.