Pitiful Redux

Logan told me the most horrifying story last night. His friend, Loren Stroup (a guy in, I think, his 70's, who has a patent on some sort of helicopter blade ( http://www.pra007.org/newsletters/007_Sept_2003_newsletter.pdf#search= ), got a call from a friend. Seems the friend of Logan's friend (I'll call him FOAF, friend of a friend from here on out.), upon learning of the devastation in the gulf coast, loaded up his Suburban with food, water, & etc., drove to Louisiana, and distributed said items. FOAF then loaded the Suburban with 20 displaced poor blacks, drove them back to his home in Texas, and let them stay with him. All was well and good over the weekend, but come Monday, he took his small car to work. Upon returning in the evening, he found his Suburban gone (hotwired, presumably), the black family gone, and the entire contents of his home gone. Neighbors reported the Suburban pulled up earlier in the day with a U-Haul trailer, and then drove away just a few minutes before FOAF returned from work. HEY, CHUCKLEHEADS!! DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU TO THINK SOMETHING WAS AMISS? DID FOAF MENTION HE WAS MOVING?? Gawd, I'll bet his neighborhood even has a crime watch group and a Home Owners Association. Proof once again that no good deed goes unpunished.

More on the birthday evening: I failed to mention (and was lambasted as a result) that the WONDERFUL, FANTASTIC, FAB-ULOUS friend (or fiend as the case may be) of mine, Eric, made a run to the store the night Herbie & Susan were baking and I was just getting baked, and brought back: #1 more wine (which tasted far better than the one Herbie initially supplied, but hey, if you ain't buyin', you don't get to complain, right?), #2 Bluebell French Vanilla ice cream, and #3 a cheesecake so good I felt like going to confession -- caramel turtle flavor, with ooey-gooey caramel, pecans (pronounced puh-CAHNZ, for those of you unfamiliar with the proper Texan way of saying one of the best nuts besides those I know personally). There were even (a token 5) crazy curly candles on the cake. His efforts went a long way to making me feel special. He even made my birthday card. I will try to get it scanned this weekend and posted. It's just too funny to describe. You have to see it.

I'd write more, but I took an early lunch due to a birthday party for one of the accountants in my department, so it's nose back to the grindstone time for me.