Wednesday, April 04, 2007

The Non-Conformist Cult Radio Show 3/19/04 - 3/26/04

Here lately, I don’t know what is wrong with me… I don’t know if it’s because I’m 40 or perhaps all the alcohol consumed over the years have killed off enough brain cells to affect my memory.

Let me explain…

Every month I pay the insurance bill on my truck. And 3 out of the last 4 months, I’ve been late in doing so. I’ve made notes on calendars. I’ve incorporated it on my daily “to do” lists and since that isn’t working… I’m thinking about putting reminders on my cell phone.

I meant to pay it on Friday and with all the preparations concerning 1075KZL’s Easter Egg Festival, I just flat out forgot. So I put it on my “to do” list for Monday.

With a break finally upon me last Monday, I didn’t even bother looking at my “to do” list. Again, it was forgotten about and money allocated for the insurance premium went elsewhere. I “threw” that money away on an eye exam and new contact lenses.

When I finally checked my “to do” list late last night, I noticed that I needed to pay my insurance bill. Damn! I was going to be a little short and so this morning, I robbed Peter and Paul to pay Mary. You know that Mary can be a total bitch.

As the defeated often say… Oh well…

When I read the Greensboro News & Record this morning… I found an interesting picture in the Local section. Here it is…



Please keep in mind that I don’t think it’s funny. I just think that it’s interesting.

I remember a time when I was a youngster attending Brightwood Elementary School and saw another kid get hit by a car. The car didn’t stop for the bus and the kid sashayed right into its path. I saw it, but I didn’t believe it. I didn’t even gasp or scream like the other kids that witnessed the event. I believe my exact word was “sh#t!”.

I just remember questioning why his shoes flew from his body landing on the pavement. They appeared to be tightly laced, but yet there they were… One shoe laying on its side and the other landing perfectly on its sole.

We heard that the kid was going to be all right and we who had witnessed the accident went on with business as usual. There were no grief counselors brought in because kids were as tough as nails back in my day. We didn’t wear helmets when we rode our bikes and we were quite aware that only the strongest and smartest survive. Today, counselors are seemingly brought in for the Homecoming Queen’s hangnail. Jeez….

Why do the shoes always come off when a pedestrian is struck by a car?

No matter how tightly the shoes are laced or in the picture’s case, how tall the boots are, footwear is often knocked off the wearer.

I just don’t get it.

6 comments:

  1. Brad K2:36 PM

    Shoes are not known for their loyalty. They will not stick with you when the going gets tough.

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  2. Maybe that sorta explains the phrase "knocked your socks off".

    *ducks and runs*

    Seriously, the photographer had a tasteless sense of humor, and imagine that he knew exactly what he was doing when snapping that photo.

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  3. Anonymous4:06 PM

    The photographer was only doing his job. He captured an image that told the audience all it needed to know about what happened.

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  4. Anonymous4:44 PM

    I agree with you Bebo. It was tastless. Just because a picture would tell a story doesn't mean that the story needs to be told. Sometimes somethings are better left unsaid.

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  5. Perhaps I'm sick... The photograph is starting to grow on me. I've made a copy for the fridge and I have kept the original from the newspaper.

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  6. As a former member of the press who was responsible for news coverage, feature writing and photography, I can say with confidence that sometimes one does look for the most tasteless or shocking way to tell a story. It doesn't make it less tragic, moving or sad, but it's sometimes those photos that have the most stunning impact.

    Think of some of the more famous photographs that you remember. I'd wager that a good percentage of them have some sort of potential tasteless factor.

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