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Speeding autos and cool water
By Jim Finley
Contributor Published September 28, 2009 Two things.
SPEED DEMONS: Christina Cox is my new hero. She’s the one Jane Howard Lee featured in a Sun story about speeders in neighborhoods. The story was accompanied by a huge sign Christina painted that read: “Slow down before U kill a child.”
Yea, Christina!
As a major supporter of law enforcement, I know there are not enough cops to go around. I understand this, although sometimes I truly believe police could catch more speeders in neighborhoods than they do on Garth Road.
I can only speak personally for my immediate neighborhood, mainly the highly religious plots along Saint Andrews Drive. But if I were a betting man, I’d bet you a dollar to a hole in a doughnut that YOUR neighborhood has its share of nutcase speeders, too. (Sometimes including school buses.)
We’ll be sitting on our front porch (ostensibly to spy on our neighbors) and see all kind of vehicles roaring down Saint Andrews. Sometimes I scream at them: “Slow down, you idiot!”
Some of these uncaring people put Jeff Gordon to shame. And that’s a shame.
Another thing these self-proclaimed A.J. Foyts do is to get a head start going south on Cynda Brooke and whip to the east on Ironwood like it was the fourth turn at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. I know. I’ve been to the Indy 500. And on Ironwood when this occurs.
Away from my everyday surroundings, one of the most egregious speeding violations I ever saw occurred on Memorial Drive, in front of The Sun, in the Graywood Subdivision.
I’d just emerged from a meeting of The Sun Editorial Board, where in a normal week I contribute absolutely nothing, when I saw a car heading north on Memorial that must have been doing 60. I was shocked!
But then another car PASSED the car doing 60. I swear by Henry Ford this is true.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How utterly stupid.
What morons! What fools!
Someday someone is going to be badly hurt in a neighborhood. Christina hopes it isn’t you or me.
Can we stick these dipsticks with like a $1,000 fine? Or give them the electric chair?
WATERBOY: I have a major, major announcement to make. I’m now drinking water daily. Please hold your applause.
You don’t know how much of a big deal this is. For most of my life – and I’m now slightly past 45 – I’ve hated water. Tea, soda pop, milk shakes, etc., are all OK, but not water.
Oh, sure, when I’d take my meds each day I’d use maybe a thimble full of water. But until recently, that was it.
Before a few weeks ago, even after I’d mowed the yard or went walking on my treadmill, I didn’t use water. Thanks but no thanks.
Then my personal Medicine Man, Luis Fraga, didn’t just ask me to drink more liquids, mainly water, he demanded it. He said drink it or else. Not knowing what “else” meant, I told him I’d do my best.
But I don’t like the stuff.
Desperate for an answer, my granddaughter, Katie Erikson, a nurse, suggested I buy some of that “flavored water.” Either that or “else,” she said.
Now, like with so many other things, I’ve become an Expert Water Drinker. I’m really beginning to dig the flavored stuff.
I experimented with different brands, but finally came to the conclusion that I like Glaceau Vitamin Water best. And it comes in a variety of different flavors.
(NON-EDITOR’S NOTE: I wasn’t promised a seaplane or anything else by Glaceau to promote its water.)
I’m now drinking up to 32 ounces a day. Or formerly a full month’s worth.
So you’ll know how addicted I’ve become, I’m having a Glaceau “Go-Go” (mixed berry) as I do this report. Ummm ummm good.
Jim Finley is a retired managing editor for The Baytown Sun.
Contributor Published September 28, 2009 Two things.
SPEED DEMONS: Christina Cox is my new hero. She’s the one Jane Howard Lee featured in a Sun story about speeders in neighborhoods. The story was accompanied by a huge sign Christina painted that read: “Slow down before U kill a child.”
Yea, Christina!
As a major supporter of law enforcement, I know there are not enough cops to go around. I understand this, although sometimes I truly believe police could catch more speeders in neighborhoods than they do on Garth Road.
I can only speak personally for my immediate neighborhood, mainly the highly religious plots along Saint Andrews Drive. But if I were a betting man, I’d bet you a dollar to a hole in a doughnut that YOUR neighborhood has its share of nutcase speeders, too. (Sometimes including school buses.)
We’ll be sitting on our front porch (ostensibly to spy on our neighbors) and see all kind of vehicles roaring down Saint Andrews. Sometimes I scream at them: “Slow down, you idiot!”
Some of these uncaring people put Jeff Gordon to shame. And that’s a shame.
Another thing these self-proclaimed A.J. Foyts do is to get a head start going south on Cynda Brooke and whip to the east on Ironwood like it was the fourth turn at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. I know. I’ve been to the Indy 500. And on Ironwood when this occurs.
Away from my everyday surroundings, one of the most egregious speeding violations I ever saw occurred on Memorial Drive, in front of The Sun, in the Graywood Subdivision.
I’d just emerged from a meeting of The Sun Editorial Board, where in a normal week I contribute absolutely nothing, when I saw a car heading north on Memorial that must have been doing 60. I was shocked!
But then another car PASSED the car doing 60. I swear by Henry Ford this is true.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How utterly stupid.
What morons! What fools!
Someday someone is going to be badly hurt in a neighborhood. Christina hopes it isn’t you or me.
Can we stick these dipsticks with like a $1,000 fine? Or give them the electric chair?
WATERBOY: I have a major, major announcement to make. I’m now drinking water daily. Please hold your applause.
You don’t know how much of a big deal this is. For most of my life – and I’m now slightly past 45 – I’ve hated water. Tea, soda pop, milk shakes, etc., are all OK, but not water.
Oh, sure, when I’d take my meds each day I’d use maybe a thimble full of water. But until recently, that was it.
Before a few weeks ago, even after I’d mowed the yard or went walking on my treadmill, I didn’t use water. Thanks but no thanks.
Then my personal Medicine Man, Luis Fraga, didn’t just ask me to drink more liquids, mainly water, he demanded it. He said drink it or else. Not knowing what “else” meant, I told him I’d do my best.
But I don’t like the stuff.
Desperate for an answer, my granddaughter, Katie Erikson, a nurse, suggested I buy some of that “flavored water.” Either that or “else,” she said.
Now, like with so many other things, I’ve become an Expert Water Drinker. I’m really beginning to dig the flavored stuff.
I experimented with different brands, but finally came to the conclusion that I like Glaceau Vitamin Water best. And it comes in a variety of different flavors.
(NON-EDITOR’S NOTE: I wasn’t promised a seaplane or anything else by Glaceau to promote its water.)
I’m now drinking up to 32 ounces a day. Or formerly a full month’s worth.
So you’ll know how addicted I’ve become, I’m having a Glaceau “Go-Go” (mixed berry) as I do this report. Ummm ummm good.
Jim Finley is a retired managing editor for The Baytown Sun.