(I always imagine similar post titles being announced by Merrill Heatter or John Cameron Swayzee. Youngsters, ask your parents or grandparents.)
Many of you know I try to begin my daily routine with Email, blogging and reading the Ref Desk Almanac page. Sometimes, a confluence of births, death and historic events seem to have happened on the same day.
Birthdates which occurred on April 20:
0121 Marcus Aurelius 16th Roman emperor (161-80), philosopher
1808 Louis-Napoleon [Napoleon III] emperor of France (1852-71)
1889 Adolf Hitler Braunau Austria, dictator of Nazi Germany (1936-45)
1896 Senor Wences ventriloquist (Close the Door)
1940 George Takei Los Angeles CA, actor (Sulu-Star Trek, Green Berets)
Deaths which occurred on April 20:
1769 Pontiac Indian chief to Ottawa, murdered
1912 Bram Stoker Irish theater manager/writer (Dracula), dies
1992 Benny [Alfred Hawthorn] Hill comedian (Benny Hill Show), dies of a heart attack at 67
1993 Cantinflas [Mario Moreno] Mexican actor (Pepe), dies at 81
On this day…
1775 British begin siege of Boston
1799 Napoleon issues a decree calling for establishing Jerusalem for Jews
1841 1st detective story (Poe’s “Murders in the Rue Morgue”) published
1853 Harriet Tubman starts Underground Railroad
1871 3rd Enforcement Act (President can suspend writ of habeas corpus)
1965 People’s Republic China offers North Vietnam military aid
1993 Uranus passes Neptune (this occurs once every 171 years)
1999 Deadliest school shooting in US history at Columbine High School, Littleton CO, 13 killed, 23 wounded
1943 In Poland, Germans Nazi troops massacred the Jews in the Warsaw Ghetto.
I was fortunate to have pizza (and salad) delivered for lunch! (This was last week.)
Was NOT so fortunate to have taken yet another strong pain med today – this is probably 10 days I’ve needed the ‘extra’ medication above-and-beyond the daily pain med I take. For diabetic neuropathy and arthritis pain.
There have been weeks I’ve not needed to take any!
And, I chose to have one (one) bottled beer with my lunch. A special white chocolate brew. (I wasn’t driving anywhere.)
And after lunch I took a nap.
And this is what I dreamt…
HUGE numbers of people lining every street,
and our troops advancing down the street.
And the people trying to stop their advance!
I don’t know why they were advancing, or why we were trying to stop them.
But, it wasn’t pretty.
Well, I made it through the ‘procedure’ okay.
Thanks for all your emails and support! (Especially J. who stayed with me and drove me to-and-fro!)
The good news is I survived, and live to fight on another day. The bad news is I have Barrett’s esophagus. (I’m betting Barrett didn’t even know it was missing!) *rimshot*
This means chronic acid reflux has eaten away at the lower third of my esophagus. I was largely unaware this was occurring as I’ve been taking medication for it for many years. I guess it would be much worse had I not.
There is a chance of the presence of pre-cancerous cells. Biopsies were performed – we are awaiting the results.
I am to continue taking my prescribed medication. And take some other measures to lessen further damage. And, barring any complications, return in a year to do it again!
I’ve a series of lovely parting-gift photos. Below is one of them.
This is what I get for eating and drinking foods I like and having the nerve to recline afterward! Let this be a lesson to me.
Sadly, probably not…
(I’m hardly Henry the Fifth!)
But, people oft quote (or misquote) this Shakespeare line, when embarking on some ‘adventure’.
This morning, I’m going to an outpatient clinic for an EGD. In lay terms, they are scoping my upper GI tract to see what’s what.
Some years back, after the accident, this was done. Erosion of the lower esophagus was found (acid reflux), and were some pre-cancerous cells. I’ve been on meds ever since, but my latest doc noticed I’d not been examined regarding progress/regression of these diseases. The last time someone looked, things had improved, but she’s thorough.
Apparently, no re-check for cancer cells was done.
SO, they will put me out with propophol (the Michael Jackson sleep aid) and see what is to be seen. And possibly take some tissue samples while they’re there.
Ain’t modern medicine wonderful?
Fortunately, this is scheduled in the morning, my being diabetic and all. (No food or drink for hours before!)
Being a veteran of both skin and blood cancer, this does concern me.
Wish me luck! Tell mother I died game – or whatever people say now…
The lovely and brilliant Tamara reminded us again of basics. And reminded me, as well:
I cannot speak for anyone else, but as much as I lecture others in these pages regarding complacency, I, too, can fall victim to it. (Duh)
Not just the almighty INDEX (NOT placing one’s index finger in the trigger guard until one is ready to shoot – and where exactly DO you place it? ALTHOUGH, I’M PRETTY GOOD AT REMEMBERING THIS PART!), but…
When was the last time you checked your weapon for function and safety? Are all the mechanical parts in good repair?
AND, appropriately lubricated?
How about the magazines (speedloaders or speedstrips)? Clean and functional?
And the ammunition? When was the last time you changed it out for newer stuff? Is your ‘one-up-the-spout’ (aka The Barney Bullet) seated correctly? Or has months of recharging your sidearm crushed the case mouth? Or seated the bullet farther inside?
How about the function and maintenance of the holster? When was the last time it was cleaned, oiled, inspected for damage? And the belt…
AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?
When was the last time you did a dry-practice exercise? Including a reload or two?
And do you know the latest nuances in your State’s criminal law statutes?
Not unlike driving a car – one does it every day. When was the last time you checked the tires? The oil? The transmission fluid? Your brakes? Reviewed the traffic code?
Do you always wear your seat belt? (I’m a libertarian, and I do!)
But I’ve not done everything above with regard to my sidearm and it’s equipment.
I need to, more religiously.
So, here I am in the mid-1980’s, ‘working’ as a private investigator. And I find myself in Phoenix Police HQ (7th Ave/Washington).
No, I hadn’t been arrested.
The shoe leather part of the job. This, of course, was pre-Internet.
And I needed a copy of a motor vehicle accident report to get info on a participant. Their name, address, DL#, DOB, and if/how they were cited in said accident.
Which of course, they were.
SO, I’m standing at the counter in the main lobby, along with other ne’er-do-wells (lawyers, insurance adjusters), when a voice calls out my name.
“GUFFAW!” (Of course, he really didn’t yell Guffaw, as if commanding the people around him to laugh. :-))
I turn around, and here’s my Criminalistics professor from college! He was one of the criminalists at PPD. I was surprised he recognized me – it had been maybe 7-8 years since I had seen him.
He asked if I were busy. I responded not particularly, and he offered me a tour of the PPD crime lab!
You must remember, this was before all the CSI-based TV; the procedurals where the cops catch and convict bad guys based on scientifically-determined physical evidence. It was many times asking questions and shoe leather which ruled the day.
But, I still thought it was cool!
The water-filled bullet trap they shot into to obtain exemplars of spent bullets. The cool old photos of how it was back in the day. The wall of firearms!
Yes, they had (and presumably still have) a wall with just about every model of gun you could imagine. For comparisons, testing, all manner of stuff. Most had been confiscated from arrestees.
So they were mostly junk – the good stuff having been returned to their lawful owners or sold at auction.
They even would sometimes loan firearms to the undercover guys, to strengthen their street cred. No police .38/.357 revolvers for these guys! (It WAS the 80’s)
And there she was, a shotgun. Short enough to conceal under a knee-length coat. An over/under 12 gauge.
Sawn off to maybe 14 inches! With a hacksaw!
A Diana-grade engraved shotgun! Looked like it had been hand sawn and then dragged behind a car! No doubt recovered from some hood.
From the internet – way too nice to be the original!
I was almost in tears.
He did tell me that one officer went undercover and carried her. No one ever thought he was a cop until it was too late – I mean, what cop would defile such a fine machine like that?
I’ve always liked miniature stuff. (Insert rude joke here) H-O train sets when I was a kid; stuff near impossible to make tiny. My ex spent many years crafting dioramas of rooms, scenes from antique homes, complete with carpet, furniture and art. All to scale. Not in my skill set.
I marvel at people’s ability to craft such things. Perhaps because I was never any good at it.
A friend pointed me to this You Tube video of a German marvel that is becoming a major tourist attraction:
This tiny wonder brings millions to Hamburg, Germany every year! And is constantly be added to and tweaked.
I suspect I’ll never get to see Europe, but, THIS would definitely be on my itinerary, were I to go.
(Well, this and BEER! 🙂 )
Yeah, we need open borders. Hell, let everyone in – the more the merrier!
This is one topic with which I disagree with the Libertarian (large L) Party. In order to maintain some kind of National Sovereignty, I believe we need to control immigration. Sure, if the whole world were a free market, open borders could work.
But, it isn’t.
And there are those who think a Constitutional Republic needs to progress past it to ‘Utopia’.
Ain’t gonna happen.
(An unrelated aside – Have you noticed, no one says “It’s a free country!”, anymore? I wonder why?)
Well, here it is April 12 , and, I’ve not yet completed my taxes!
The truth is, I completed them last night!
Down-to-the-wire, true, but not on the 15th!
Of course, being on disability, with no other real income, it’s pretty simple.
And, since 2010, I’ve not gotten much money back.
(Many people dis Arizona for many things, but, if you don’t make enough to pay taxes, AZ does give you $25 to play with!)
Of course, E-filing was $21.99 !
A quick $3.01 ! WOO-HOO!