Thoughts On The Casey Anthony Trial...

Haven't been around much lately guys. Hope this post finds everyone well, relatively happy and in decent enough health to live another day. Amen!

Work, family and making a valiant effort to not pull my hair out the last two weeks of my youngest son's 4th grade school year have put blogging on the back burner for a while. SCHOOL'S OUT. NO MORE HOMEWORK!!!

But...

You know me. Every now and then I'll hear or see something that moves me to clean the dust off the old keyboard and start pecking away.

And today the prize goes to Casey Anthony!

I can't count the times my mom has given me the cold shoulder this week. She either won't answer the phone.... picks it up to say she'll call me right back after jury selection is finished or excitedly proclaims that she's busy watching some other type of pre-trial circus side show.... or interrupts me as I'm giving her the latest ER gossip just to tell me something else she recently found out about Anthony's colorful past or the trial that should have been over years ago!!!

This female (mother, woman, and human being are far too decent to use to describe Casey Anthony) drugged her daughter over and over and over again with a medication I've only used on a few occasions (in a hospital setting, might I add, to sedate pediatric patients prior to certain procedures) until she finally either killed her by overdose or just plain killed her. And what did she do after falsely reporting her missing?

WENT OUT .... AND PARTIED SOME MORE...

Where's the justice in the reality that this .... this thing is still alive; soliciting funds for her defense, being offered millions to tell her story.

And we wonder why the crime rate in this country is on the rise and morality and any sense of values are on the decline.

 Anthony is poised to become a millionaire, famous and rich for MURDERING HER SMALL CHILD WHO DARED TO STAND IN THE WAY OF HER ENDLESS NIGHTS OF PARTYING...

I'd love to chuck them deuces up at this skank once and for all!!

I Think That I Shall Never See....

It is not sufficient to see and to know the beauty of a work. We must feel and be affected by it. ~ Voltaire

The Mighty Mississippi

Downtown Greenville 1927

I'm sure most of you've already heard about the ever increasing size of the mighty Mississippi. People from states this river courses through have and will continue to suffer for the next several days, if not weeks.

Greenville, my hometown, the Queen city of the Delta is outlined on it's western side by the Mississippi River along with its companion, a man-made levee, or earthen dam, that protects valuable farmland from river overflow.

The highest point of the levee is 75ft. The lowest points (67ft) are located at Central Street and Main Street.

The Mississippi should crest some time around the 17th and top out at 64.5!

The above photo drives home for me just how newsworthy this situation is. Heading up this incline (one of the lowest points on the levee) the casino would not be visible normally. On car or foot, you would have had to top the levee LOOK DOWN and descend the downward sloping concrete parking lot.

The barge the casino calls home has been raised and/or moved up due to the rising water.

Deer have been spotted running down Main Street and darting out in front of cars. But Bambi is the least of my worries.

Snakes love water. Believe me when I tell you just because they spend a bit of their time in water that certainly doesn't mean that's where they plan to stay.

Coworkers and friends are reporting an increased number of incidents involving snakes being found in an assortment of areas on their property - the lawn, the attic, driveways.... OMG!

So if you exclude the new wildlife citizens in town and the mayhem they have the potential to create, and concentrate solely on the constantly rising water we should be okay.

River to crest @ 64.5ft
Levees lowest point 67ft
Levees highest point 75ft

BUT those numbers could change with any significant rainfall... which is predicted for strong thunder storms Thursday and scattered thunderstorms on Friday.

Refugee camps! Many blacks were forbidden to leave and made to continue to work as free labor

 Back in 1980 my great grandmother sat me down and shared her memories with me of the 1927 flood. She was 27 years old, married and the mother of two small children the year of the great flood.

Hopefully, I'll be able to do the same with my grandchildren one day.