An Open Letter To A Mugger

My thanks to a special friend who forwarded me this. It's an excellent letter from an unnamed source to a street monkey who mugged him.

To The Guy Who Mugged Me Downtown:

I was the guy with the black Burberry jacket that you demanded I hand over shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I hope you somehow come across this message. I'd like to apologize. I didn't expect you to crap your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket.

Truth is, I was wearing the jacket for a reason that evening, and it wasn't that cold outside. You see, my girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber 1911 . 45 ACP pistol for Christmas, and we had just picked up a shoulder holster for it that evening. Beautiful pistol, eh? It's a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head, isn't it?

I know it probably wasn't a great deal of fun walking back to crawl under the rock you came from with that brown sludge flopping about in your pants. I'm sure it was even worse since I also ended up taking your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. I couldn't have you calling up any of your buddies to come help you try to mug us again. I took the liberty of calling your mother, or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, and explaining to her your situation.

I also bought myself some gas on your card. I gave your shoes to one of the homeless guys over by Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all of the cash in your wallet, then I threw the wallet itself in a dumpster. I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell. They'll be on your bill in case you'd like to know which ones. Alltel recently shut down the line, and I've only had the phone for a little over a day now, so I don't know what's going on with that. I hope they haven't permanently cut off your service. I was about to make some threatening phone calls to the DA's office with it. Oh well.

So, about your pants. I know that I was a little rough on you when you did this whole attempted mugging thing, so I'd like to make it up to you. I'm sure you've already washed your pants, so I'd like to help you out. I'd like to reimburse you for the detergent you used on the pants. What brand did you use, and was it liquid or powder?

I'd also like to apologize for not killing you and instead making you walk back home humiliated. I'm hoping that you'll reconsider your choice of path in life. Next time you might not be so lucky. If you read this message, email me and we'll do lunch and laundry.

Peace!

I don't know if this open letter is factual or born from the frustration of someone who was just tired of killers, thieves and muggers who are the 6 o'clock lead story of the Everytown, USA local news. It's a beautiful thought, either way.

Stay Tuned !

A Nostalgic Trip Back To The Gas Stations Of The Past

One thing I miss about the past is gas stations that provided one with service and a smile. You could drive into the gas station and run over the little hose that sounded the service bell. The neatly attired attendant would come out, take your request for gasoline and begin pumping. During the fill up, the attendant would check your oil and water, check the battery and clean your windshield. If you requested, the attendant would also check your tires to make sure they had the required pressure. Women and most men did not know how to operate the gas pump as there was no real necessity to learn the process.

Restrooms were usually clean and all necessary items such as hand towels and toilet paper were always on hand. Upon returning to your car and paying for your gasoline and any incidental items, you were rewarded for your patronage in the way of stamps which could be redeemed for merchandise. Additionally, there were give-aways of glasses and plates as a sign of thanks for visiting the establishment.

Gas prices were low in comparison to today and taking inflation into effect, the gas cost ratio to average incomes was much better. Better yet, you could buy a Coca Cola for around ten cents (including deposit).

Today's pictures are just some of the gas stations around the United States in days of yore and I found them interesting and nostalgic. I hope you enjoy them.

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Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates

Women are like a box of chocolates, you never know what you'll get. With that in mind, Let's combined the two and get the best of both worlds.

Too cute! I'm amazed at the results of some of the photoshop experts. It's something I'd like to look into.

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New Year's Resolutions

Tonight is New Year's Eve and I'd like to wish everyone a safe and Happy New Year. In the Interim, here's some New Year's resolutions from people in the news.

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Political Garbage Continues To Flow From Illinois

There's really not much need for words if you understand politics in Illinois, especially Chicago. From Tony Rezko to Rev Jeremiah Wright to Barack Hussein Obama, the political garbage from Illinois wreaks of pay-offs, scamming, skimming and anything else the sorry bastards can get away with.

You can now add the likes of Governor Rod Blagojevich to that constant stream of low life politicians that come from Chicago. Three of the last seven Illinois governors have gone to prison and it looks like "Blago" will soon be joining that group.

The amazing thing is that the national media has turned its head for the last two years because of the coming of "the anointed one" and it takes a scandal like this to force them to take another look at the politicians that come out of Chicago, Illinois.

Methinks there's still more to be learned about who's running Chicago (and possibly the nation), despite the obviously overlooked scandals of the likes of Tony Rezko, Jeremiah Wright and Rod Blagojevich.

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December 7, 1941

The pictures tell it all ! Remember the men and women who sacrificed their lives defending out freedom.

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Happy Thanksgiving

Best wishes for a happy Thanksgiving to all !

Remembering JFK

John Fitzgerald Kennedy,1917-1963, 35th President of the United States (1961-1963).

On November 22, 1963, John Fitzgerald Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas Texas. I had just graduated from high school where I got my first dose of reality during the Cuban Missile Crisis. One week after graduation, my friend and I took a 1954 Ford which he purchased for $50 and went to Birmingham, Alabama to follow the NASCAR Modified Series.

Three months later, I returned to Miami and got my first job at a warehouse about a mile from my home. It was at that job on November, 22, 1963 that the public address system came on and it was announced that the president had been shot and had been rushed to the hospital in Dallas, Texas.

As people scrambled to tune their portable radios to the news, I couldn't help but believe that someone would soon announce that the president had undergone surgery and would be fine. But, it was not to be.....

Soon thereafter, it was announced that the president was pronounced dead at 2:00 p.m Central Standard Time. We were told to go home and that we would be paid for the entire day.

As I slowly walked home, I remembered how John Wayne always seem to survive all of those war movies. That was my second dose of the realities of life and little did I know that there was a place called Vietnam that would soon complicate my life and millions of other lives as well.

I cried as I watched the funeral of John F. Kennedy.

Veterans Day

Today is Veterans Day and across the nation, millions of Americans are remembering the men and women of the armed forces that have sacrificed themselves for God and Country. Today is not just a day that banks and schools are closed. In reality, it's not even a holiday. It's a time to refelct and realize the reason that we live free in this great nation is because of the countless men and women who have served this country since it's beginning.

Today is a day that each and every one of us should make a mental note to do something for these good Americans. Please take the time to recognize these veterans, be it a phone call to a veteran that you might know or just a plain "thank you" to a man or woman in uniform. You have no idea how the warmth and love that a simple gesture like this means to a veteran.

James M. Sullivan Jr.

Combat Medic
Specialist 5th Class
United States Army Reserve
1966-1971