Twenty minutes later John and I found ourselves speechless staring at the ugly woman bubble gum bandit. We had dreamed about an opportunity like this for years but never really thought it would happen to us.
I met John at Yale back in 69’ where we were both going for a criminal law degree. He was always better at school then me; I resented him for it a little at the time but would have never admitted it. He had been drafted right out of high school but took a bullet in Nam and got discharged. After that, he knew that he could not go back to a boring desk job so he decided to get his degree and join the FBI. That feels like it was just yesterday but its been over 30 years. He has cracked hundreds of cases over the years and was due to retire a few years back but the case of TUWBGB had kept him on.
We use to have all the time in the world to live out our dreams, but the older I get the more I realize time is slowly running out. To tell you the truth before today I had all but given up on ever living out such an adventure like the one that we now seem to be embarking on.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I don't even know...
So I am taking physics at CNM this semester, at night which makes this fact even worse! Just a FYI I would not recommend taking physics I dislike it very much, but that is not the point of this little blog.
CNM main campus has a huge parking issue during the day, which means you have to park across the street and walk which isn't a huge deal if you allow adequate time to walk. At night on the other hand you can park in the parking lot next to the buildings, because there isn't as many night classes or something. It was this way tonight, there were at least five parking spots on the row I chose to park in which was on the far side of the parking lot, but still ridiculously close to class in my opinion. So I started walking to class and not more the five spots closer to the building there was a lady in her car sitting with her turn signal on waiting for a parking spot. She was willing to wait just to park fifty feet closer! Is this how lazy our society has gotten? Maybe she had a good reason for it, like she has a bum leg or she is blind and didn't see the row of empty stops right in front of her. Who knows? At any rate I just needed to let someone know about my experience.
CNM main campus has a huge parking issue during the day, which means you have to park across the street and walk which isn't a huge deal if you allow adequate time to walk. At night on the other hand you can park in the parking lot next to the buildings, because there isn't as many night classes or something. It was this way tonight, there were at least five parking spots on the row I chose to park in which was on the far side of the parking lot, but still ridiculously close to class in my opinion. So I started walking to class and not more the five spots closer to the building there was a lady in her car sitting with her turn signal on waiting for a parking spot. She was willing to wait just to park fifty feet closer! Is this how lazy our society has gotten? Maybe she had a good reason for it, like she has a bum leg or she is blind and didn't see the row of empty stops right in front of her. Who knows? At any rate I just needed to let someone know about my experience.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Chapter 2 - Gurtrude
...This woman had kept my friend John, who was now gawking at the oddly dressed woman, mighty busy over the last few years. The woman, only known to him as "the ugly woman bubble gum bandit" had been stealing bubble gum machines and cracking them open for the quarters. John had been he FBI agent on this case since the beginning. Several times John had been seconds from catching the thief only to be disapointed. TUWBGB had always left clues at the previous crime scene which pointed to her next target. John would try as best as he could to peice the haphazard clues together and race to the destination only to find that it had just been heisted. Hours later a call would come in saying a Coinstar machine had been used for a large amount of quarters. The servalence tape would always reveal that it was indeed TUWBGB. It was the perfect crime. John always believed on some level that he would never catch her, but to see her now standing in his own living room made him all atingle.
During this whole exchange of bewilderment and odd looks, I was sitting in John's recliner having no clue who this lady was.
John could bairly get the words out, "what are you doing here?" when she began to explain...
During this whole exchange of bewilderment and odd looks, I was sitting in John's recliner having no clue who this lady was.
John could bairly get the words out, "what are you doing here?" when she began to explain...
Part 2
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. . . For no apparent reason his heart leapt within his chest. Not just anyone would dare to battle the deep turns and wide slopes that led up to the steep drive where this dark Cadillac now found its rest. Before he even cracked open the door, he could smell her. Her cheap rose and daisy perfume saturated the air and fried his nose hairs. And there she was, just like he remembered her, with her crazy black curls falling in front of her solitary blue gray eyes. She wore a vibrant, slinky purple gown that flowed well below her feet, not to be discredited by the gaudy gold jewelry that hung from her neck, ears and wrist. She was a small waif of a young woman, barely five feet, with a feather plume that stuck nearly a foot out her hair,and slumped to the side, its red color faded and dingy. . .
. . . For no apparent reason his heart leapt within his chest. Not just anyone would dare to battle the deep turns and wide slopes that led up to the steep drive where this dark Cadillac now found its rest. Before he even cracked open the door, he could smell her. Her cheap rose and daisy perfume saturated the air and fried his nose hairs. And there she was, just like he remembered her, with her crazy black curls falling in front of her solitary blue gray eyes. She wore a vibrant, slinky purple gown that flowed well below her feet, not to be discredited by the gaudy gold jewelry that hung from her neck, ears and wrist. She was a small waif of a young woman, barely five feet, with a feather plume that stuck nearly a foot out her hair,and slumped to the side, its red color faded and dingy. . .
Friday, June 6, 2008
Part 1
So there hasn't been a lot of posting going on as of late. I feel that this is due to an overabundance of things going on in our lives, which is just fine. I have noticed that, at least for me, one reason I have not posed anything is because I feel that I don't have time to post a well thought out blog. So here is what I propose. I will write the first part of a story, then each of the blog members will add too this story. There aren't any limits to this story just write anything you want! This way no one has to think to hard you can just write for fun! So here we go...
Part 1
If you were to walk into his house the first thing you would notice is that it looks like nothing has changed in at least 20 years. Dark brown paneling surrounds the lower half of the walls which accents the yellow and orange fuzzy flower wall paper that his wife made him put up so many years ago. He told me one time of how much he hated that wall paper. When I asked him why he put it up he just said with a chuckle, “that woman could talk me into doing just about anything.” The carpet in the room was a lighter brown then the paneling and gave the room an even darker gloomy feel. One complete wall in the living room was covered floor to ceiling in large built-in book shelve that was filled with just about any book you could ever dream of. Talking to him you could easily tell that he had read all of them a multitude of times. Even after all these years you can still ask him about any book on the shelf and he could tell you anything you wanted to know. There are two over sized chairs and a large sofa they got as a wedding present in the middle of the room. Spending money was something neither of them liked to do, and well, I guess some things never change.
It was a wet October day. The rain had just let up a little when he heard car doors. He peaked out the window and saw a large black car sitting out front. Just as he saw the car he heard a knocking on the door...
Part 1
If you were to walk into his house the first thing you would notice is that it looks like nothing has changed in at least 20 years. Dark brown paneling surrounds the lower half of the walls which accents the yellow and orange fuzzy flower wall paper that his wife made him put up so many years ago. He told me one time of how much he hated that wall paper. When I asked him why he put it up he just said with a chuckle, “that woman could talk me into doing just about anything.” The carpet in the room was a lighter brown then the paneling and gave the room an even darker gloomy feel. One complete wall in the living room was covered floor to ceiling in large built-in book shelve that was filled with just about any book you could ever dream of. Talking to him you could easily tell that he had read all of them a multitude of times. Even after all these years you can still ask him about any book on the shelf and he could tell you anything you wanted to know. There are two over sized chairs and a large sofa they got as a wedding present in the middle of the room. Spending money was something neither of them liked to do, and well, I guess some things never change.
It was a wet October day. The rain had just let up a little when he heard car doors. He peaked out the window and saw a large black car sitting out front. Just as he saw the car he heard a knocking on the door...
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