Hercule
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At some point, possibly the late 70s, our 411 changed to 1411
That cat looks like my Carol, except not so fat.
I don't remember any designated emergency number around here when I was growing up -- you just dialed the operator if you didn't know the number for the police or fire department. 911 came into use very gradually over a span of about twenty years starting in the late sixties, but we didn't have it here until the early '90s.
Actually the black & white cat was named Oscar. That’s according to ZME Science.
I previously posted the link in case you need to inform them of the error.
Mind over matter.
As a TV news-cameraman for several years covering homicides & traffic fatalities everyday,
I have built an attitude in handling a situation like the one you mentioned.
At the end of my work shift & going home...
I feel good that I made it through the day & give thanks.
I’m in no hurry to get to my next destination. I’ll listen to music that relaxes me.
I’ll think about plans for the weekend & my projects which I enjoy.
Also, after many years driving all over the city, I have developed a route that I know
will not get me inside a traffic jam. Mostly I avoid the freeway. It might take a little
bit longer, but I’m in no hurry.
If I get off work during the height of the traffic congestion, I will walk to the
book shop, or pick up something to eat.
By the time I have done this the traffic has cleared
One thing that has helped me is being able at times to cope when there
are accidents on the road.
I was doing some video of the sleet on the freeway. This lady was going a bit fast
& did a 360º and came to a halt on the exit ramp in the middle of the road.
She was ok, but just sat there stunned without moving. I went over & took her out.
The next car was coming a little too fast & slammed on the brakes but kept going
& completely totaled the lady’s car.
People are always in a hurry or on that darn cell phone.
It's murder as entertainment, dh66. And the stars of the show are the killers. The popular entertainment media are chock full of homicide -- some of it fiction, some of it "reality."
I don’t know if the powers that be bend down to the “ratings/sponsors"
or what the public wants to see.
Aren't those two sides of the same coin?
Well, okay. But it isn't that a gun is being put to the viewer's head, compelling him or her to continue watching.
Murder fascinates. I'm susceptible to that fascination myself. I've read "In Cold Blood" half a dozen times or more, in part because it's one lesson in good writing after another lesson in good writing, and also because a murder story, especially one as "senseless" as what the killers did to the Clutter family, Is hard to resist.
I've found that about the only time I have no taste for a murder story is after the death of a person close to me. At times like that, I just hate death, especially a death that came at the deliberate hand of another person.
In all fairness, though, you haven't seen sleaze until you've spent some time reading Hearst or Patterson-McCormick tabloid dailies of the Era. A few days after Christmas in 1936, the entire front page of the New York Daily News was taken up by a screaming headline, KIDNAPPED BOY SLAIN, over a lurid photo of the naked, mutilated body of said child sprawled in a snowbank. Imagine having that greet you as you sat down at the breakfast table with your Wheatena and your raisin toast.