Friday, October 31, 2014

Candy Man


Earlier this week on national TV, I heard a man unequivocally state “There has never been a documented case of anyone in the US giving poisoned candy to children on Halloween.”


How about Ronald Clark O’Bryan?

Isn’t Pasadena, Texas part of the USA?

Forty years ago this evening,  the Pasadena father-of-two  laced candy with cyanide and handed it to five children including his own 5-year-old daughter and 8-year-old son.

The optician had taken out a life insurance policy on the children; prosecutors later argued he was trying to kill them simply to claim the $40,000 payout.

Only his son, Timothy, ate the candy, hidden in old style Pixy Stix which O'Bryan had opened and then re-sealed with staples. Timothy was killed in a crime that shocked and stunned the nation, changing Halloween forever. One other child was found holding the candy while he slept. He had been unable to remove the staples.

In his subsequent trial and ultimate death sentence, O'Bryan became known as the Candy Man. He was executed in 1984 after a judge refused his pleas for a final stay of execution.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Bare Bones Humor

With Halloween less than 24 hours away, I thought it was a good time to share this ----


Wednesday, October 29, 2014


You already know that Honey walks five miles each morning five days a week, and that I usually walk a little over a half mile a day.  Today’s post isn’t about that – today’s post is about the fact that, if we want to go anywhere for the next couple of days, walking is our only option.

The P1740 error code showed back up again on our truck, and although we haven’t had any serious problems yet, we decided to bite the bullet and have the transmission rebuilt.  It was a painful (and expensive) decision, but we decided it was better to fix it now than to have it fail when we were on the road.

I priced renting a car for three days, but after talking it over we decided that we really didn’t need to go anywhere.  Another $150 on top of the cost of the transmission just seemed like a waste.

This is the first time since I was in the Army in 1966 that I have been without a vehicle, and even then the government provided me with a jeep to drive around the base.  It’s an odd feeling, but so far, so good.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Ghost of Pigpens Past

“Bob, what is that?”

We were just outside our back door, and Honey was pointing toward the edge of the woods.  I looked, expecting to see some animal, but instead saw a grid made up of five inch squares glistening in the sunlight. It seemed to be hovering right at the point where the underbrush takes over.

Neither of us had ever seen it before.  

I told her that I thought that it looked a little like hog wire, but I didn’t think that was possible.  It was in the area where we had a pigpen back when our daughters were in elementary school, but after the hogs went to the butcher, we tore the pen down.  That was over thirty years ago.

The next time we came out, the grid was gone, and we haven’t seen it since.  We looked that way every time we came out for the last two weeks, but we never saw it again.

Yesterday morning, I walked out to the edge of the woods, and sure enough, there is a fifteen foot section of the old hog pen still standing.  I had to walk within about six feet of the fence before I could see it – it’s dull and rusty and blends in perfectly with the brush around it.  To see it from the house, the angle of the sunlight had to be just right, and the odds against that must be astronomical.

I have no memory of leaving that one section up, and no idea why I would have, but there it is.

You still can’t see it from the house, even when you know it’s there.

Monday, October 27, 2014

In Between Halloween

Our neighborhood Halloween party was held this past Saturday, and it was bigger than ever.  This year there were three flatbed trailers full of trick-or-treaters who made the rounds just before sundown.  Then they all headed back to the starting point for a weiner roast.

If all goes like the last few years, we will have no visitors at all on October 31st, but we saved a little bit of candy just in case.

Sunday, October 26, 2014



Remember the Houston Comets? 

They were one of the most successful (on the court) teams in Houston history, and with back-to-back championships in 1997, 98, 99 and 2000, they were the winning-est team in the WNBA.  Even when featuring some of the best women ever to play the game, winning doesn’t always translate into dollars, and the team was disbanded in 2008 when nobody could be found to buy the franchise.

I always thought that Comets was a great name for a team.

I thought of them this morning when I read a Reuters story that says that Swiss scientists have determined that comets really stink! Researchers at the University of Bern, in Switzerland, determined the odor of the comet known as 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko  by analyzing the chemicals in its coma, the fuzzy head surrounding the nucleus. They say that comets smell like a mixture of rotten eggs, horse urine, formaldehyde, bitter almonds, alcohol, and vinegar, with a hint of sweet ether. 

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Halloween Recipe

I saw this on a forum I visit and thought it was too good not to share.  Honey thought it was terrible – too gross by far.

I guess I’ll let you decide for yourself.

It’s really not much of a recipe.  It just calls for sculpting your favorite meatloaf recipe – you might need to add a few more bread crumbs, or whatever you use as a binder. Form the meatloaf as seen below,


then add onion for the ankle bones and toenails – catsup for blood.