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Monday I felt much better--perhaps 95 percent feeling as usual. Tuesday we watched "This is Us" and "New Amsterdam". Wednesday we watched the three Chicago shows, "Chicago Med", "Chicago Fire" and "Chicago PD". Thursday rain fell. Friday morning we had a good meeting at work with our associate, who is a good associate.

I learned Thursday that Shari, a woman from my class at Gurdon High School, passed away. We were not close then or now, though we had sent a Facebook messenger message or 3. She was a good person, perhaps disproving a myth about cheerleaders. She had told me how much she liked her grandchildren. Her obituary indicated that she had a great-grand-child. I believe her passing was unexpected. I saw Facebook posts from her closer friends. She married her high school sweetheart, and lived in the little town I lived from age 5 to age 15.

Before work on Friday I walked a bit on the Watters Branch trail, where I saw lovely Autumn leaves. At Noon on Friday, I saw a Belted Kingfisher at Timbers Nature Preserve in Murphy.  Friday night my wife worked late, though she gets Monday off from work. I went to Subway for a turkey sandwich and chips. Saturday I went in to my office to pick up some paperwork I meant to bring home.  I mailed off a couple of things. My wife and I went to lunch at Jason's Deli, where I had southwest chicken chili. In the early afternoon, I walked in Bethany Lakes Park, where I saw 14 different species of bird. Saturday evening we went to Rockfish Grill, where I ate grilled catfish and red beans and rice.

Sunday morning I walked in Green Park, where I saw seven bird species. Then I went to Weight Watchers. This week's workshop (the new name for a meeting) dealt with the latest program. The new program sounded reasonable--it trifurcated into three interlocking programs, for people who want status quo, stricter than status quo, and more lax than status quo. After Weight Watchers, I took pictures of a Tufted Titmouse on the Hoblitzelle Park Trail.  After church, I stopped by Kroger. I put sirloin, white potatoes, celery and baby carrots in my crockpot. I went to Chicken Express for catfish.

In the afternoon, I walked in Glendover Park. I find myself surprised that only mallards swim for now in the pond there. Other ponds draw more species, As Autumn turns into Winter, more ducks will appear.

Sunday evening we ate the pot roast I made in the crockpot, It tasted good. We watched the local football team, the Dallas Cowboys, lose a close, well-played contest against the Minnesota Vikings. The weather today felt warm and pleasant. But cold weather looms soon.


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Vireo

Tuesday through Friday proved to be quite active days at work. My wife and I also both contracted colds during our travels. I felt better than I sounded. The weather turned quite cold for the end of October. I dressed warmly. I used to believe in trying to acclimate to cold weather. Now I believe in dressing as warmly as possible in all hints of chill.

Thursday night I took a walk around the pond in Glendover Park. Then I awaited the advent of kids trick or treating. We only drew five on this cold night. I think I need to start decorating our home a bit to make clear that we run a Halloween-friendly house. I remain convinced we lack any appearance of being haunted, but we perhaps lack the necessary ghoulish cheer. The kids who used to come in past years grew up, and now drive cars.

Friday evening I started resting soon after work. My wife kindly picked us up bowls from Chipotle. Saturday morning I slept in, something I almost never do. By lunch, I started to feel better, though I remain hoarse. I got a lot of out drinking fluids and in particular hot mint tea.  I went to Wendy's for a grilled chicken sandwich and a small chili.

In the afternoon, I walked in Russell Creek Park in Plano and its nearby greenbelt trail. I saw Autumn ducks and my first White-Eyed Vireo of the year.

I took Beatrice to Glendover Park and settled in to rest and watch television.

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Possum Kingdom Adventure

On the evening of the 18th, we celebrated Quinn's birthday a few days early. She opened the presents we gave her, which involved the musical artist Taylor Swift and the musical artist Billie Ellish. We ate dinner at the Napoli's Italian place in McKinney.   I liked my tilapia and vegetables.

On Saturday the 19th of October, we enjoyed spending the day with young Quinn, our niece. My wife took her to Stonebriar Mall, because Quinn wanted to visit an "indoor mall", since her part of the Kansas City area features only outdoor shopping centers. I went for a walk in Limestone Quarry Park, where I saw my first Chipping Sparrow of the Autumn.

We decided to stay in for dinner and make simple stuff. Then we celebrated Quinn's birthday. again with slices of chocolate ribbon cake. We all watched the movie "The Secret Life of Pets 2". Quinn and I stayed up late to watch the charming movie "A Dog's Purpose.". I read the book some years ago, and found it a delightful combination of the homespun, the reincarnated, and the canine.

On Sunday, I came home after Weight Watchers to say goodbye to Quinn. My wife drove her to Dallas Love Field. In the late afternoon, I took a walk in Allen Station Park.

Monday through Thursday proved quite busy at work. Wednesday I took a business trip to Austin. I scheduled a Vonlane luxury bus for the three-hour journey from Dallas to Austin. I started out from my house to catch my bus in what usually amounted to two or three times the amount of time needed to make my bus. But a huge road accident on the Dallas North Tollway doomed me to miss my bus. I drove to Austin instead, arriving quite early. I hoped to be able to work on the bus, which provides wi-fi.  I enjoyed the drive. though, as my new used car handled well.  On the way home, I stopped at Old Settlers' Park in Round Rock and took a walk.

Friday I scheduled to take the day off for a lake weekend. But my work demands kept me working into the early afternoon. We set off on our lake trip in mid-afternoon. The weather turned quite cold Friday, so the delay worked out. The traffic turned heavy as we headed west on 820 and I-20.  Though our map predicted a 140 minute journey, our drive took 180 minutes.

We arrived during daylight at our rented weekend home at Possum Kingdom Lake. The home proved to be a charming little place, with a huge deck overlooking the lake, on the "Peninsula" part of the lake near Graford, Texas. I visited Possum Kingdom a time or two before and always found it charming.  Our rental, however, lacked either central heat or forced air heating. We called our lessor, who explained that we needed to use space heaters provided in the unit. We managed to get a few small space heaters located and running. One space heater managed to throw a circuit breaker in a bathroom. We spent the evening quite warm under covers, which reminded me a bit of childhood days in Winter, though in childhood all our homes were heated. I thought of my grandparents' home during my childhood, a rental on Clifton Street.
This home featured forced heat built-in gas heating. I used to love that heat radiating in.

We went to dinner at Bonitaville, where we ate tasty soft brisket tacos with sprinklings of shredded American cheese  and where folks were friendly. A couple of gentlemen who struck me as old fisherman sat nearby.

I got up early on Saturday and read my ebook, J.D. Beresford's "Goslings."  I made substantial progress on that novel during our trip, and finished it. The novel's plot device of a world calamity affecting civilization by removing most of the men seemed particularly eerie coming in 1913 just on the eve of the Great War (and the subsequent influenza epidemic).  Had the novel been written in 1920, I feel certain its somewhat utopian ending  stood a strong chance of being told completely differently. My use of a Dell netbook as a substitute for an ebook reader continues to succeed.

Saturday morning we hiked on the Possum Kingdom Hike and Bike Trail. We took the trail "to the top" that ascended a small, wooded hill. we saw a few deer at the beginning of our hike. Whitetail deer sightings proved plentiful throughout our trip. We passed a sign saying that we were at a place called something with the word "Bone" in it. We reached a decent elevation, where we got a great look at the lake. Possum Kingdom Lake features nearly transparent clear water so that it makes for a pretty viewing.

The weather turned from cold to pleasant. In the afternoon, we drove nearly to the town of Newcastle, Texas. We went to Fort Belknap, a settlement occupied by federal troops from 1851 to 1865 as a defensive measure against local native American tribes. The garrison proved an imperfect measure, as its infantrymen turned out to lack the horses necessary to combat the expert rider Comanches. When we arrived, boy scout and cub scout tents proliferated. The numerous buildings of the fort, some replicas I believe, hosted a Fort Belknap Days celebration. We learned a lot from a blacksmith who made a nail using a little hand-pumped vintage bellows. We saw examples of the beads used for trading with native Americans. We saw too little re-nactment of the actual 1851 uniforms, and too much Civil War re-enactment. Even the little fort museum featured too much Civil War material, given the rather limited role that Young County played in the war. Mr Young, its namesake, featured in a dark episode, the trials of young farmers in Gainesville who had the common sense to oppose secession and impressment into service. Mr. Young himself lost his life to an assassin's bullet during the war. My favorite part of the museum turned out to be the late 19th C. quilts.

We drove back to the lake. My wife decided to sit out on the deck, while I took an hour's walk on the hike and bike trail. I saw lots of deer, and ended my evening at a day use area number 4 where I watched Eastern Bluebird and a migrating flock of Scissor-Tailed Flycatchers.

We picked up a takeout dinner at Bonitaville and settled in for a pleasant evening.

Sunday we drove home. First we got a Google Map to take us to Hell's Gate Circle, where we hoped to see the natural area of the lake called Hell's Gate. The map led us into a residential area, with huge tracts of land, some cows, and some luxury homes and condominiums. The scene looked very much about side open spaces. Finally, though, in a luxury home neighborhood, we found ourselves in a little street area called Hell's Gate Circle, where we had a lovely but imperfect view of that area of the lake. I wished we chose to access it via boat, but it proved nonetheless nice to see.

We stopped at Mineral Wells State Park, and viewed its lovely lake from a scenic vista. People nearby prepared to rappel down its rocks. We ate lunch at a Panera. We made it home by 3. My wife, who prefers to do our driving, found the traffic in both directions enervating.

Sunday evening I got my steps in at Allen Station Park. We ate El Pollo Loco chicken. As I prepared to place my order, sitting in the parking lot of the chicken place, I got a call. My retired former law partner and his wife let me know that he hoped to go home tomorrow after a lengthy stay in the hospital. I expressed my delight at this good news.

Having finished "Goslings," I began the next ebook, the non-fiction book "Sonic Writing" by Thor Magnusson.

Monday I worked a bit late on a solidly busy day. A delayed client arrived late, in the early evening. I drove home, where we watched the television programs 'All Rise" and "Bluff City Law."

















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keeping the stack moving

Tuesday we got some good news about a friend and former co-worker in the hospital. We hope the news continues to improve. Wednesday I got some paperwork moving forward, though I want to move further forward still. Thursday I found myself quite busy at work. I remain busy going into today, but note that I progress as I keep working at it.

Thursday at lunch my law partner and I went to a place called Pho Street in Sachse. My pho ga proved quite tasty. I started with tofu Summer rolls. I enjoyed hearing sports stories about my partner's young sons, as well as stories about his late engineer father.

I saw a post on Facebook by a woman from my high school class who served as a cheerleader. The post fell in the "I never fit in anywhere and that's good" camp. Lots of my classmates replied to this post, describing the same feeling. I suppose the feeling amounts to a near-universal. Though I feel tempted to feel misappropriation on behalf of the people who really do not fit in, I realize that in lots of ways I suppose even I kind of fit in back then.

I got word that my nephew and his girlfriend got married in advance of a formal wedding. I wish them happiness. This nephew, my sister's son,got his community college degree and then found himself in demand for jobs. He moved to Arkansas, near his parents, and near the outdoor hunting and fishing that he enjoys. He grew up to be a good fellow.

Thursday after work I spent time on the phone with someone in Camden regarding a family business matter. Then I went to the Garland Salvation Army for the Dallas Volunteer Attorney Program free legal clinic. Last month, so many clients came and so few volunteers that I found myself finishing up a bit before 11:20 p.m.  This month things moved much quicker, and we finished at 7:35 p.m. We drew one more volunteer and a few cases fewer. But one of the DVAP personnel pitched in, I learned, and helped us move down the massive stack of intake paperwork.

I drove home and got to greet my 13-year-old niece. This daughter of my wife's sister flew down today from Kansas City. We like this niece, Quinn. This marks her third year straight to come visit us in October. She likes our local natatorium, and asked to be taken shopping at one of our old-fashioned "indoor malls."  As always she switched our television to 13-year-old oriented viewing. We all watched a pleasant film called "Tallgirl" about the difficulties of fitting in for a tall girl.













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glassed in and traded in

Monday I got up very early. I kept my 7 a.m. appointment at Safelite. My Chevrolet windshield got hit by a rock last week. My insurer scheduled me to get it fixed at Safelite.

The technician came out promptly and advised that my windshield needed replacement. This proved no surprise, but he surprised me by saying that I needed a new appointment to accomplish that. I set up a new appointment for 2:30 pm. that day. At 2:30, I waited in a waiting room while a John Wayne western played. This John Wayne western, about bad guys trying to steal gold, featured a second banana comic relief role based on demeaning racial stereotypes.  I recalled that later in life Mr. Wayne also said absurd racist things. I looked up information on the African-American actor who played the sidekick. I got his name from the credits--Blue Washington. I found on the internet that he made dozens of films, but usually in very small roles.

The glass replacement went swiftly. I headed back to my office. At day's end, I drove my car to Enterprise Car Sales. I let them inspect the car for a trade-in value. I spoke with the nice man, Motaz, who sold us the Hyundai I bought. Soon the dealership manager brought me an offer. The offer fell in the lower range of the offers I saw as possible. As with any such offer, I probably could have held onto the car, sold it to a private party, and done a bit better. But I held on to my Hyundai Sonata without selling it for far too long some years ago. I determined not to commit that error again. I did run the car through an instant offer service at kbb.com. The offer price came out a bit higher, but I discounted that price because I felt my answers to the questions about the car insufficiently painted its disadvantages. A man from a local dealership called expressing interest in the car after I ran the kbb.com system. I decided, though, not to start again, but to get the car "off the books."   I remain curious, though, if another buyer, after a proper in-person inspection, offered the potential to offer a dollar more.

We re-did the purchase paperwork so that I got the trade-in credit (and my sales tax due dropped a bit). I wrote a new check, tore up the old check, and  bid farewell to the Equinox. I drove the Equinox for three weeks short of eight years. That longevity of ownership fails to impress nowadays, when folks get 10 or 14 years from a car. But I still felt good about the Equinox.

My wife celebrated the bank holiday which gave her a day off work. She went for a swim at the natatorium. I phoned her to come sign off the title and to drive me home. We got that last paperwork complete. We headed off to home. The dealership called. I accidentally left my garage door clicker behind. I asked my wife to drive us on home. I then took my car to the dealership. A nice Autumn rain fell. I listened to sports on the radio.

We watched the television programs "All Rise" and "Bluff City Law". Beatrice and I shared some bananas. My wife prepared a delightful turkey chili with beans.


The experience of buying and selling cars on a "no haggle" basis felt almost new to me (though my Sonata purchase around 2005 involved basically no haggle, but only a dealer beating a competitor's advertised price). My work taught me the art of negotiation and haggling, so it is familiar ground for me. A "no haggling" purchase or sale probably afford me the loss of an advantage in getting the best price. My ability to negotiate proved to save us money when we bought my wife's Nissan Altima many years ago. But I admit that the "no hassle" factor and time savings of this "no haggling" approach, combined with the speed and ease of the transactions, increased my satisfaction with my purchase.

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Thursday night and Friday brought wintry weather. I liked this new turn of weather.

Friday while I ate at Panda Express, I looked up the meaning of the "picture of a battery" warning light on my car. The appropriate Chevrolet website let me know that the warning light meant, predictably enough, that my electrical system suffered setback. The new information I received led me to understand that I faced imminent issues.

Sure enough, on the way home, I got a new warning that something called a Stabilitrack needed service. Then the power steering went out.  I experienced that "good old days" feel of wrangling a vehicle without power steering. I managed to park the car in my work parking lot.
The battery then died.

I called Car Care Central, whom we use for post-warranty repairs. The helpful fellow on the phone discussed with me how the alternator probably failed. He suggested I contact AAA because towing probably came with my roadside assistance agreement.  AAA informed me that
a good bit of the tow fell within the policy coverage. In mid-afternoon, a nice man showed up and towed my Equinox to the shop.

My wife picked me up after work. We went to Panera Bread for dinner. I ate a bowl of chicken chili. We got a good night's sleep after watching some network television.

Saturday morning the weather started out cool. I spoke to Car Care Central, who confirmed that, as expected, the alternator needed repair. The issues went a bit beyond that, too, but they could fix it up.

I took Beatrice for a walk in Glendover Park. Last Saturday, Beatrice appeared to be very sick. But this weekend she felt much better. She went around the park pond in an hour and five minutes, much slower than the 25 minutes or so of a decade ago, but a huge improvement. She even showed patient forbearance when two dogs greeted her in unrelated incidents.

My wife came home from her hair appointment. Then we set out. We first stopped at a McDonald's. My wife hoped to get an eggwhite McMuffin. I chose an Artisan Chicken sandwich. The food tasted just fine.

Then we went to Enterprise Car Sales to go car shopping. My wife's step-mother experienced a pleasant buying experience at an Enterprise Car Sales outlet in Tucson a year or two ago. I decided then that I intended to make my next car purchase from Enterprise Car Sales. I began some months ago watching the sales website to learn what choices I intended to choose among.

Our salesman, Motaz, proved very helpful. Motaz brought a breadth of experience. I like to think we proved to be easy customers. I intended t buy from the outset and pretty much knew what I intended t spend.


We test drove four vehicles. I liked all four. Motax, rather like, I joked, watching the television program The Bachelor. In point of fact, I never watch the Bachelor. I suspect Motaz never watched either. But I knew what he meant when he asked which vehicle got the rose. I told him that I picked the 2019 Hyundai Kona.

We completed the paperwork on Saturday afternoon. I drove away with the new used Hyundai, a good drive with a bit over 20,000 miles on it. We got home in time to head out for our planned dinner with friends. We took my wife's car. On the way, we picked up my Equinox from the shop. Now I must dispose of the Equinox.

We ate dinner with our friends and my wife's former co-workers at a P.F. Chang in Northpark Mall in Dallas. I ate the ginger chicken and broccoli with hot and sour soup. I used to live in an apartment near Northpark when I first moved to Dallas 35 years ago. The hammering men sculpture still stands there.

Sunday I walked in Hoblitzelle Park before WW.. I saw a Brown Thrasher. My weight proved up .4 pounds. After WW, I walked in the Watters Branch Trail.

At church, the minister gave a talk about our congregation moving forward even among turbulence in our denomination. Someone shouted "Amen!" and people clapped I did not clap, as I think that schism right now looks like a better option than the current status quo.

After church, I ate a catfish and green beans lunch at Chicken Express. Then I headed home. I cleaned out my Equinox, putting trash in the trash and books in boxes and so forth. Then  I drove my car to the local car wash. I asked for the "mini-detail."  After the robo-wash, a team of people worked on my car. They managed to make the car look good through attention. I placed a sizable tip in the top box, as the material but not high two-digit fee for this service, $ 60, clearly required a fair bit of earning as to my vehicle.

I drove the Equinox home and parked it. I next plan to drive it to a 7 a.m. appointment to fix a window chip caused by a truck exuding gravel last week. Then after work, I will drive seek to sell the Equinox. I hoped to make 160,000 miles, but I stopped at 150,250. I liked driving it.
The new used vehicle cost less, occupies less space, and gets better gas mileage.

Late Sunday afternoon, I drove in my Kona to Allen Station Park. I took a 90 minute walk and watched birds. I listened to sports on the radio. I saw a dozen species. Then I picked up bananas and went home.

We ate hot dogs for Sunday dinner.









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cooler October

Tonight the rain falls and the temperature dropped to October levels. I watched an Inspector Morse episode and read about the River Usk.

Beatrice feels much better today. Monday evening she felt up to a very short walk, but her gait seemed elderly.  This morning her appetite returned and she marches around a bit.

I walked tonight in Crowley Park in Richardson. I saw a lot of Eastern Phoebes. Each day this week I see migrating Monarch butterflies.

We ate salmon and couscous. An old friend remains in the hospital, causing me concern. I got some important home paperwork done this morning before I went to work.

At lunch, I ate a a Subway in Murphy. It lacked the polish of the ones nearer my office.



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four paws forward

The weather turned pleasant today after five weeks of heat. I took Beatrice for a bit of a walk after work. In this case, a bit of a walk equaled going a bit toward the park during a 10 minute span, followed by my wife,returning from a walk, walking her home. Beatrice liked the walk, and did not mind her glacial pace. She is sleeping restfully nearby. She seems a bit better today.

I saw a half-loop of 60ish birds migrating overhead. I thought at first they were double-crested cormorants. But the indistinct pictures I took showed some red on the wing. I do not think they were cranes, but I am not sure what I saw.

I heard from my sister twice today. I ate three soft chicken tacos at lunch. I ate several bananas.



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Tanager

Saturday I got a couple of practical things done. I went for a walk on the Celebration Pass Trail. I saw the usual sorts of year-round birds, and not any migrating songbirds. Then I walked in Bethany Lakes Par,k, where my  bird list ran a bit longer but no more adventurously. I did get a good photo of a Widow Skimmer Dragonfly.

During the afternoon I worried about our dog Beatrice. Beatrice suffered from a bit of illness this week. Her advanced age shows this weekend.  I spent a good bit of time with her on Saturday. Friday we got her antibiotics, as we and her vet hope that all she suffers from is an infection.

Saturday night we went to dinner fairly late. We ate at Silver Thai. I ate the Garlic Gulf with Shrimp. I found myself discomfited to an unexpected extent by a table of diners who made an amount of noise I found excessive. I usually take things like that in stride.

Sunday I woke up at 2:30 a.m. thinking it was 5:30 a.m. I had my morning breakfast cereal before I realized my error. Then  I went back to sleep. I took a walk on the Chisholm Trail by Christie Elementary. My main camera lacked charged AA batteries, but I used a spare Samsung I used for a client to take some photos of a place. I got a reasonable picture of a House Finch.

At WW the scale said I gained 1.4 pounds. This caused me no concern, as any swing up or down of 2 pounds fails to matter. I picked up batteries. a check and some cash prior to church. At church the sermon dealt with forgiveness. The minister played the entire video of the recent victim impact statement by an 18-year-old man who said he forgave his brother's killer. The entire video gave much more context than the snippet played on the television news of the young man hugging the policewoman who killed his brother.

After church, I ate a grilled chicken sandwich and a chili at Wendy's. Then  I drove to Russell Creek Park in Plano. After circling the lake and walking on the perimeter of the park,  I found a paved walking path that left the park proper and went along a tree-lined creekside.

After a few moments, I saw a red bird. This bird turned out not to be a common Northern Cardinal, but to be a less common Summer Tanager.
I took a couple of dozen pictures of this bird.  The Summer Tanager sighting brought my Collin County 2019 bird list up to 102 species.

I watched part of the Dallas Cowboys game, which turned into a runaway loss to the Green Bay Packers (but later turned into only a disappointing loss). I took a walk in Glendover Park.  I picked up our back yard. I buried a small House Sparrow who died of unknown causes.

The cold front began to move in. I picked us up dinner at El Pollo Loco. The rain started when I drove home.

Beatrice is lying comfortably on her Mississippi bed. I hope she recovers. I worry that her advanced age causes greater concern. I also know that dogs do not live forever, though Bea has been with us over 13 years and the vet and shelter said she was 6 when we adopted her.





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Save the Cheerleader

Friday I worked a steady day. At the day's end, I got some interesting news about a work matter. I also looked up flights for getting to a nephew's wedding in rural Alabama early December.

Friday evening we decided to see if a new Mexican restaurant opened in the space where Holy Frijoles used to operate. We discovered that a new place opened its doors six days previously. The new place bore the name Everest, though, and served Indian and Himalayan food. We settled in for a dinner of chicken tikka, a mixed vegetable curry and naan. The food proved very good, though the service worked a little slowly.
I liked that so many people came to a new neighborhood place.

When we got home, we settled in to watch a couple of television shows, but soon found we preferred instead to simply go to sleep.

The trial of Dallas police officer Amber Guyger resulted in a murder conviction and a sentence of 10 years. When the trial began, I suspected the likely result hovered around a form of manslaughter and a sentence of some years. But in a case of this type (that sounded well-tried by both sides), the testimony of the defendant creates a range of possibilities from acquittal to murder. In this particular case, even getting my news second-hand through the media, I drew the conclusion that the prosecution crafted a short, solid line of cross-examination that proved effective. A murder conviction followed. I projected that the sentence promised to be between 10 and 20 years. The actual sentence of ten years surprised me, but only a little. Her lawyers established some appeal points as near as I could tell, particularly as to the exclusion of some exculpatory expert testimony.  But my hope is that this trial resolves this sad story.

 I liked the story of Rockwall, Texas high school cheerleader Tyra Winters.She rode on a float at her small town's homecoming parade. She saw a 2-year-old choking on something in the audience. She leaped from the float on which she rode. She administered a form of the Heimlick maneuver suited to tots. She learned this procedure because her mother ran a group home for foster children. She solved the choking issue.

Then my favorite part happened. She ran to jump back on her float. Because even after one saves a life, one cannot let this rain on one's parade. When mother, tot and cheerleader met up (after mother appropriately contacted the school to locate Ms. Banks), video of the scene showed mother and cheerleader appropriately moved (the mother explained how "thank you" is inadequate), but the tot was entirely unimpressed and unaware, though lovably wide-eyed.

After a September of Summer temperatures, an Autumn cool-down is predicted for next week. I am ready for this.



















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