I finally caught up with Sylvia this evening and she knows bupkis.
According to Sylvia, she came home from grocery shopping on Tuesday to find the cops in her driveway. She told me, and I'm not making this up, that she didn't want the milk to get warm so she hurried into her house, without asking the police why they were there. You'd have to know Sylvia to understand that.
While we were talking in Sylvia's front yard, Allysia, who lives at the end of the cul-de-sac, happened over, bringing the number of people who know nothing to three.
What I did learn, from the two of them is that Opal, an older woman who lives next door to the allegedly dead woman, has also been fighting with her and she might have alerted the police that something was up. Sylvia suddenly remembered that she saw Opal in the dead woman's driveway talking to the coppers. You see what I'm up against here?
Allysia is big pals with Opal and vows to get some scoop from her when Opal returns from being out of town. Out of town, isn't that convenient?
Then there is the matter of Maria, who is the neighbor of the dead woman on the opposite side as Opal and a victim of the dead gal's threats. Her house is completely dark and none of us has seen her all week. Very mysterious stuff. If Maria doesn't show up soon, Sylvia will call the cops, assuming her milk isn't getting warm.
In other news, I got my early voting form in the mail today and I will be voting in the morning. Remember, Merle Wayne Sneed has been guaranteeing an Obama blowout for months now.
In our congressional district there is very little in the way of choice beyond the vote for President, so voting doesn't require much actual thought. Many races are unopposed so I will be writing myself in for races where I don't like the single candidate. I don't expect to win, but I will give it my best. I promise tax cuts for the middle class and huge tax hikes for the rich bastards.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
Oct 9, 2008
An entrance to the river walk at the Santa Cruz river west of downtown. Of course the rivers in Hooterville are dry except for periods of heavy rain.
I finally caught up with Sylvia this evening and she knows bupkis.
According to Sylvia, she came home from grocery shopping on Tuesday to find the cops in her driveway. She told me, and I'm not making this up, that she didn't want the milk to get warm so she hurried into her house, without asking the police why they were there. You'd have to know Sylvia to understand that.
While we were talking in Sylvia's front yard, Allysia, who lives at the end of the cul-de-sac, happened over, bringing the number of people who know nothing to three.
What I did learn, from the two of them is that Opal, an older woman who lives next door to the allegedly dead woman, has also been fighting with her and she might have alerted the police that something was up. Sylvia suddenly remembered that she saw Opal in the dead woman's driveway talking to the coppers. You see what I'm up against here?
Allysia is big pals with Opal and vows to get some scoop from her when Opal returns from being out of town. Out of town, isn't that convenient?
Then there is the matter of Maria, who is the neighbor of the dead woman on the opposite side as Opal and a victim of the dead gal's threats. Her house is completely dark and none of us has seen her all week. Very mysterious stuff. If Maria doesn't show up soon, Sylvia will call the cops, assuming her milk isn't getting warm.
In other news, I got my early voting form in the mail today and I will be voting in the morning. Remember, Merle Wayne Sneed has been guaranteeing an Obama blowout for months now.
In our congressional district there is very little in the way of choice beyond the vote for President, so voting doesn't require much actual thought. Many races are unopposed so I will be writing myself in for races where I don't like the single candidate. I don't expect to win, but I will give it my best. I promise tax cuts for the middle class and huge tax hikes for the rich bastards.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
I finally caught up with Sylvia this evening and she knows bupkis.
According to Sylvia, she came home from grocery shopping on Tuesday to find the cops in her driveway. She told me, and I'm not making this up, that she didn't want the milk to get warm so she hurried into her house, without asking the police why they were there. You'd have to know Sylvia to understand that.
While we were talking in Sylvia's front yard, Allysia, who lives at the end of the cul-de-sac, happened over, bringing the number of people who know nothing to three.
What I did learn, from the two of them is that Opal, an older woman who lives next door to the allegedly dead woman, has also been fighting with her and she might have alerted the police that something was up. Sylvia suddenly remembered that she saw Opal in the dead woman's driveway talking to the coppers. You see what I'm up against here?
Allysia is big pals with Opal and vows to get some scoop from her when Opal returns from being out of town. Out of town, isn't that convenient?
Then there is the matter of Maria, who is the neighbor of the dead woman on the opposite side as Opal and a victim of the dead gal's threats. Her house is completely dark and none of us has seen her all week. Very mysterious stuff. If Maria doesn't show up soon, Sylvia will call the cops, assuming her milk isn't getting warm.
In other news, I got my early voting form in the mail today and I will be voting in the morning. Remember, Merle Wayne Sneed has been guaranteeing an Obama blowout for months now.
In our congressional district there is very little in the way of choice beyond the vote for President, so voting doesn't require much actual thought. Many races are unopposed so I will be writing myself in for races where I don't like the single candidate. I don't expect to win, but I will give it my best. I promise tax cuts for the middle class and huge tax hikes for the rich bastards.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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Can you make up an excuse to knock on her door and see if she's alive? Maybe you can steal some of her mail and claim it was accidentally placed in your mailbox and you want to hand deliver it.
Completely off subject, but I went into our new Ace Hardware recently for the first time. I was looking for nylon trellis to set up for my peas. Three nice looking older men were waiting near the door ready to help me find what I needed, and they knew exactly where it was. I will definitely be going back.
Because of my move, I may not be able to vote in my new state. Please vote twice for me.
The Mystery Deepens...it's way better than anything on TV!
@ Kurt - Um, dude, we have universal suffrage. You can always vote. Just keep pestering them, because one of those polling place volunteers will know the procedure you need to follow.
I think that poor woman is inside her house laughing at all the commotion she is making by not making an appearance.
I predict she will come out on Nov 4 and vote her choice in this crazy election.
Don't listen to Kurt, it's illegal to vote twice, or at least it's supposed to be. ; (
Vote for me (in spirit). You know who to cast it for.
This is sounding more and more like that 'Burbs movie all the time. . . .
I would vote for you in a heartbeat, for any job.
Hope you keep your promise of an Obama blowout.
As for the allegedly dead woman, I get more curious everyday. Your whole neighborhood needs gossip lessons. For heaven's sake.
allegedly dead is good.
bupkis, eh? good to know yiddish has reached hootieville. I grew up fluent.
if I lived in hooterville I'd wage a campaign for others to write you in for the unopposed races!
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