Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2010 21:22:19 GMT -5
Red Bank Commission meeting a success
75% is a passing grade (success), and my Beano worked at least that well this time.
His mayorness called the meeting to order at 7:02 but put on the brakes a few minutes later to convene a beer board meeting where one party was reprimanded for selling beer to a 20-year-old. Result: seven day suspension of beer license or $250 civil penalty. Mom goofed. I’ll bet Pop reads her the riot act. The defendants (?) told the commission members that for $1100, they bought a machine that will let them scan driver licenses to see if they are "within date" or if they are fake. This idea is a little scary to me. What else might these hickeys do?
Scarlettp’s CBL (Crazy Beer Lady) can continue getting her refreshment close by if the civil penalty is paid within seven days.
Two other parties at the beer board meeting received approval for their applications to sell the devil’s brew in town.
Back to the regular city commission meeting.
I sat down beside some mean-looking mutha wearing a pistol on his right hip. I finally got up the nerve to ask him if he had a carry permit. He didn’t say he did, but he did say the armament comes with the job. I reckon he was one of the five or so po-lice at the meeting. I think I spotted two LTs or detectives, two lower-ranking officers, and the C.O.P. I’m not sure why there were so many. Why weren’t they out catching criminals? (Or were they in the right place?) It's kind of easy to spot them, what with jack boots, tasers, batons, (no visible pom poms), pistols, insignia, and crew cuts (except for the bald guy).
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that before things really got under way, I had occasion to wonder (yet again) about my hearing. See, fire chief Mathews got up, looked around, and I didn't know if he was trying to reach out to our gay community or was about to persecute someone, but then he looked sort of across the front of the "bench" where the commisioners sit and said, "Stand and face the f-a-g." I had to put in the dashes because the forum software changed the word I used to cigarette. I didn't know for sure where to turn until Mathews then said, "I pledge allegiance", and I figured it out all by myself. Yup, it's time for a trip to Audibel or Beltone or Autozone or somewhere.
His Millardness reported some census information and said he’d have a person at city hall to help people fill out their census forms if need be. Maybe that person speaks Spanish? or reads Braille?
The mayor reminded Commissioner Jones to say, “Hi” to Jones’ mom who unwittingly sat right behind me. Nice looking lady, and I’ll bet she’s proud of her spawn.
The city dropped three THOUSAND dollars – as matching funds to get a fire department grant for $69,350. Great return on investment, I say. Kudos to the Red Bank city commission. I gather all that money was to be used to eliminate some hot air from the fire halls. Are they sure it's enough money?
My apologies to a Red Bank / Soddy Daisy group for not knowing their correct name, but they contributed a WAD of money (thousands upon thousands that we taxpayers don’t have to cough up!) to Red Bank for the city hall renovation project, and another even bigger gibunges wad of dough for architectural and planning services for the new city hall project. Thank you, thank you, thank you, gentlemen. I’m still unsure about why the existing city hall was renovated if there’s to be a new one, but what do I know?
Ms. Ruth spoke. And spoke. And spoke. Glasscock had to tap his watch after a while. In her defense, aside from some pseudo-political stuff I could have done without, Jeno did have some good information to pass along including some activities for the elderly - uh, senior citizens - dealing with health and legal issues. I’ll have to find out more about that stuff. Sounds interesting. Maybe I can get some new tennis balls and ammo for my walker. Ms. Jeno said a calendar of activities would be posted at city hall.
At one point, the meeting did become a bit heated, but commissar Pierce took the bull by the horns, and without being told but simply taking it upon herself, she courageously stood up and reached out - to turn the thermostat down a couple of notches. Atta girl.
Lest I forget to mention el city manager Dorsey, I'm not sure what's up with him, but again, he looked like the cat that ate the canary. I'm not sure if he's constantly up to something or if it's just genetics.
And at one point, city attorney Stulce broke a small smile. I almost pooped.
No citizen comments. How boring.
So now to the GOOD part of the meeting – actually before the meeting started.
This was parked on the north side of the building.
It sure looks nice from a distance, eh?
Yes. Yes it does.
It looks so nice and clean and pretty. It was spotless!
Just as shiny as it could be.
Someone has been taking great care of it.
The lower left corner shows that the mochine is a six-speed. I don't get it. With that much power, why does it need that many gears? Emotional or marketing thing, I guess. (Bob, I don't know who that turkey is that snuck up over my left shoulder reflected in the air cleaner cover.)
I'm amused to see the beer can holder on the handle bars. El Fuzzo better be careful if he parks this motor near Scarlettp's place what with CBL still on the loose.
If you look closely at the red button, you'll see the place to attach the purse (although those dumb Harley people left the "e" off).
"Motorcycles are different from other vehicles." Duh.
"Never tow a trailer." Tell that to the Japanese.
"Take a rider training course." I didn't see any po-lice at the MSF course I took. No, I take that back. There were two there, one of whom was an instructor. The other was a CPD learning. He was the person who claimed to be involved in "Social Rehabilitation".
I'm not sure of the purpose of the pressure gauge in back unless it has something to do with the new flamethrower system. We don't mess around in Red Bankistan. And people thought the cameras were bad news.
I, uh, ran out of film (yeah, that's the ticket) before getting the final picture (that and Jeno almost caught me). The bike was immaculate - absolutely spotless - except for one teeny-tiny bit of pollen that had accumulated on the front wheel. Not a problem. I washed it off for the nice occifer but failed to get a picture of the resulting puddle. I hope it evaporated before they could collect any DNA from it.
I was very careful not to leave any fingerprints on the machine except maybe on the two spark plug wires, but they'll be too busy trying to get thing started to notice that.
* edited to add: with all that went on, the meeting adjourned at 8:05.
* edited again 'cause I couldn't go to sleep. I hope spouse-figure doesn't come down here to put me to sleep.
And lest you doubt any of the above, I wish to state categorically that this report is dead-on accurate, 100% true, or my name's not Al Rudisuelli or however it's spelled.
75% is a passing grade (success), and my Beano worked at least that well this time.
His mayorness called the meeting to order at 7:02 but put on the brakes a few minutes later to convene a beer board meeting where one party was reprimanded for selling beer to a 20-year-old. Result: seven day suspension of beer license or $250 civil penalty. Mom goofed. I’ll bet Pop reads her the riot act. The defendants (?) told the commission members that for $1100, they bought a machine that will let them scan driver licenses to see if they are "within date" or if they are fake. This idea is a little scary to me. What else might these hickeys do?
Scarlettp’s CBL (Crazy Beer Lady) can continue getting her refreshment close by if the civil penalty is paid within seven days.
Two other parties at the beer board meeting received approval for their applications to sell the devil’s brew in town.
Back to the regular city commission meeting.
I sat down beside some mean-looking mutha wearing a pistol on his right hip. I finally got up the nerve to ask him if he had a carry permit. He didn’t say he did, but he did say the armament comes with the job. I reckon he was one of the five or so po-lice at the meeting. I think I spotted two LTs or detectives, two lower-ranking officers, and the C.O.P. I’m not sure why there were so many. Why weren’t they out catching criminals? (Or were they in the right place?) It's kind of easy to spot them, what with jack boots, tasers, batons, (no visible pom poms), pistols, insignia, and crew cuts (except for the bald guy).
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that before things really got under way, I had occasion to wonder (yet again) about my hearing. See, fire chief Mathews got up, looked around, and I didn't know if he was trying to reach out to our gay community or was about to persecute someone, but then he looked sort of across the front of the "bench" where the commisioners sit and said, "Stand and face the f-a-g." I had to put in the dashes because the forum software changed the word I used to cigarette. I didn't know for sure where to turn until Mathews then said, "I pledge allegiance", and I figured it out all by myself. Yup, it's time for a trip to Audibel or Beltone or Autozone or somewhere.
His Millardness reported some census information and said he’d have a person at city hall to help people fill out their census forms if need be. Maybe that person speaks Spanish? or reads Braille?
The mayor reminded Commissioner Jones to say, “Hi” to Jones’ mom who unwittingly sat right behind me. Nice looking lady, and I’ll bet she’s proud of her spawn.
The city dropped three THOUSAND dollars – as matching funds to get a fire department grant for $69,350. Great return on investment, I say. Kudos to the Red Bank city commission. I gather all that money was to be used to eliminate some hot air from the fire halls. Are they sure it's enough money?
My apologies to a Red Bank / Soddy Daisy group for not knowing their correct name, but they contributed a WAD of money (thousands upon thousands that we taxpayers don’t have to cough up!) to Red Bank for the city hall renovation project, and another even bigger gibunges wad of dough for architectural and planning services for the new city hall project. Thank you, thank you, thank you, gentlemen. I’m still unsure about why the existing city hall was renovated if there’s to be a new one, but what do I know?
Ms. Ruth spoke. And spoke. And spoke. Glasscock had to tap his watch after a while. In her defense, aside from some pseudo-political stuff I could have done without, Jeno did have some good information to pass along including some activities for the elderly - uh, senior citizens - dealing with health and legal issues. I’ll have to find out more about that stuff. Sounds interesting. Maybe I can get some new tennis balls and ammo for my walker. Ms. Jeno said a calendar of activities would be posted at city hall.
At one point, the meeting did become a bit heated, but commissar Pierce took the bull by the horns, and without being told but simply taking it upon herself, she courageously stood up and reached out - to turn the thermostat down a couple of notches. Atta girl.
Lest I forget to mention el city manager Dorsey, I'm not sure what's up with him, but again, he looked like the cat that ate the canary. I'm not sure if he's constantly up to something or if it's just genetics.
And at one point, city attorney Stulce broke a small smile. I almost pooped.
No citizen comments. How boring.
So now to the GOOD part of the meeting – actually before the meeting started.
This was parked on the north side of the building.
It sure looks nice from a distance, eh?
Yes. Yes it does.
It looks so nice and clean and pretty. It was spotless!
Just as shiny as it could be.
Someone has been taking great care of it.
The lower left corner shows that the mochine is a six-speed. I don't get it. With that much power, why does it need that many gears? Emotional or marketing thing, I guess. (Bob, I don't know who that turkey is that snuck up over my left shoulder reflected in the air cleaner cover.)
I'm amused to see the beer can holder on the handle bars. El Fuzzo better be careful if he parks this motor near Scarlettp's place what with CBL still on the loose.
If you look closely at the red button, you'll see the place to attach the purse (although those dumb Harley people left the "e" off).
"Motorcycles are different from other vehicles." Duh.
"Never tow a trailer." Tell that to the Japanese.
"Take a rider training course." I didn't see any po-lice at the MSF course I took. No, I take that back. There were two there, one of whom was an instructor. The other was a CPD learning. He was the person who claimed to be involved in "Social Rehabilitation".
I'm not sure of the purpose of the pressure gauge in back unless it has something to do with the new flamethrower system. We don't mess around in Red Bankistan. And people thought the cameras were bad news.
I, uh, ran out of film (yeah, that's the ticket) before getting the final picture (that and Jeno almost caught me). The bike was immaculate - absolutely spotless - except for one teeny-tiny bit of pollen that had accumulated on the front wheel. Not a problem. I washed it off for the nice occifer but failed to get a picture of the resulting puddle. I hope it evaporated before they could collect any DNA from it.
I was very careful not to leave any fingerprints on the machine except maybe on the two spark plug wires, but they'll be too busy trying to get thing started to notice that.
* edited to add: with all that went on, the meeting adjourned at 8:05.
* edited again 'cause I couldn't go to sleep. I hope spouse-figure doesn't come down here to put me to sleep.
And lest you doubt any of the above, I wish to state categorically that this report is dead-on accurate, 100% true, or my name's not Al Rudisuelli or however it's spelled.
