R.I.P. My Pretty Pretty Jeep
I've never been emotionally attached to a vehicle but if my Jeep was a chick, she could really do a number on me. If you have ever been in a vehicle that hit a deer (or anything else I guess) there is a strange crunching sound. I thought a window had shattered. I drive at night all the time, through Mendon Ponds Park and Clover Street in Honeoye Falls, where deer are everywhere. When I drive home at night I don't get above forty-five. This damn deer was running full-speed (according to the driver behind us) when he jumped in front of me. I braked and swerved slightly but it was no use. I had a sinking feeling since I've owned it that it wasn't going to last long. I'm sick. With any luck I can get it repaired although, moron that I am, I didn't have collision insurance on it. The person that I wish I was could take it apart piece by piece in my Dad's shop, replace parts as I went along, and put it back together good as new. We'll see what the real me does. My Mom suggested already that I should start looking for something new (new to me). To me, that's like suggesting someone should pick up a new kitten on their way to the vet to put the old cat down. My poor Jeep. Please send donations in lieu of flowers.
26 October 2010
When I heard that a woman had been found burning in the middle of the road in Richmond I was immediately disturbed. Richmond is in the sticks, what would be considered my neck of the woods, and the road she was found on is definitely country, only miles away from where I grew up. How sick to think of a human being dumped on the side of the road like a bag of trash and then lit on fire. To make you even sicker, she was eight months pregnant. The D&C did a story about her in its morning edition today. She was Amelia Rivera-Castoire but "her family said she only used the last name Rivera." Despite this, the article continually refers to her as Rivera-Castoire. Why keep using this name if, as her family just told you, she prefers to be known as Amelia Rivera and not Amelia Rivera-Castoire? Using the name she preferred seems like a simple way to respect her. Ms. Rivera was a beloved sister, daughter and mother of six children as well as an admitted drug user. Her drug use, presumably, led to a stay in the county jail. She was released in August. She was found in her pajamas and was last seen on North Clinton Avenue in the city at midnight Friday, less than six hours before her body was discovered. For whatever reason it seems that the life she lived away from her family led to her brutal murder and the disgusting disposal of her body in a ditch along the side of the road. Her family said that she had been threatened in the days before her murder. Assuming the police track this person down and he (most likely) or she is convicted, the punishment is not going to be enough. My heart goes out to Ms. Rivera's family.
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