Tuesday, August 26, 2003

 
Hey, where's the Commish been lately, anyway?

Actually, that story really didn't come across as powerfully (and sympathetically) as I had hoped. Plus, they printed my name wrong. Twice. Aaah, the heck with it; there's just no honor in journalism anymore - here's the story they should've run:

Franklin - Veteran poll-watchers and political junkies have been wondering for weeks now when two-term Town Councilor Phil Evans would finally declare his candidacy for re-election. All the rumors and whispers were silenced this week, when Evans emerged from seclusion and dramatically disclosed that he had been hospitalized since last Tuesday, valiantly fighting off yet another setback in his long recuperation from a painfully broken leg.

"I thought I had this thing licked," the popular pol said on Monday, "but there was a nagging pain I just wanted them to take another look at. It started up again a couple of weeks ago, and it kept getting worse as the days went on. Still, I was hoping that it was just irritation from the remaining screws, or something that could just be taken care of with a shot."

The boyish brahmin got the bad news, though, when x-rays revealed that not only was the rod that had been resident in his tibia since February coming loose, the infection that had bedeviled him in April had returned with a vengeance. "By that time the whole ankle was red and hot," Evans allowed with a downcast eye, "so I knew what they were saying was the truth: that rod had to come out, and it had to come out then - regardless of my schedule, or the Town's". So, the statesman was admitted for his third surgery in six months, and only returned home last Friday.

Yesterday with this reporter, Evans ran a hand through his tousled hair and grinned shyly as he pondered his situation. "In a way, I'm more confident know that it's really over - I've got no more metal in me at all now, and once the surgical staples are out, I'm sure the recovery time will be much less. The bone is fully healed, so I should be off the crutches again within a week or two, although I will still need to stay on antibiotics for another full six weeks. It could've been much worse, though - although the situation has put me in a bit of a spot on getting my papers back. I just hope that there are enough Evans supporters out there to enable me to get my 100 signatures back in time to get on the ballot. There's still so much to be done ..." Evans gazed wistfully out the window, his strong chin in his hand. "It's up to the will of the people now, I suppose."

In other Council news, Chairman Julio Renzi took out his papers yesterday, also.

Saturday, August 16, 2003

 
Just Shoot Me Now

I have had Bob Seger's Night Moves in my head all fucking day.

I have no explanation for this. If you need me, I'll just be over in the corner hummin' a song from 1962. Ain't it funny how the night moves. With Autumn closin' in.

Aaaagh!

Thursday, August 14, 2003

 


FAIR!... and, balanced
(they did lose Game 7, after all).

(Confused? Somewhat of an explanation can be found here. And here.)

Friday, August 08, 2003

 
Woo-Hoo! This is almost as exciting as the time I won that coloring contest in third grade, although I seem to remember getting a thermos for that. Where the hell's my thermos, kaf?

Friday, August 01, 2003

 
Am I the only person on the planet who thinks that the universal handicapped sign:





Really looks more like somebody riding a Hoppity-Hop?





And if so, is there something wrong with me?

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