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Welcome to Steubenville!

A guy I knew grew up just outside of Steubenville, Ohio, which has been in the news lately because a couple of high school football players allegedly took advantage of a drunk, unconscious or barely conscious 16-year-old girl and were charged with rape and other crimes. Dr. Phil got involved with his TV show.

I have been to Steubenville a few times with my friend, one time just to get pizza from his favorite pizza place there. I hate to think what I would have done if the place was closed after driving almost 3 hours to get there. I know what I thought after tasting the pizza -- I could have gone to a crappy pizza place a lot closer. But that's another story.

What piqued my curiosity today was an article about a few more Steubenvillains. The Associated Press reported that James and Samantha Taylor pled guilty after a neighbor freed their 3 young children from the Rubbermaid containers into which they were stuffed. Two uncles were left to guard the boxes while the "parents" went shopping. Here's the box (from the article):

More disturbing was that these "parents" dropped weights on the childrens' feet to punish them. Where do people come up with this kind of shit? Are there some parenting books with these disciplinary techniques? Does Dick Cheney hold parenting seminars where he teaches waterboarding for parents and other things?

Detroit No Flying Car Show

I'm not into car shows, but it seems that every other ad on the websites I have visited is about the new cars at the Detroit Auto Show, which is officially called the "North American International Auto Show."

There is a new style of Corvette and an electric Cadillac, an upscale Chevy Volt, that is. And the electric car company, Tesla, has a gull wing two trunk pseudo-SUV it is putting out for conspicuous consumption.

Volkswagen has unveiled a concept vehicle called a CrossBlue. I was interested because here is an innovative car company introducing a vehicle. But as reported in the Huffington Post, "Volkswagen wouldn't say whether the vehicle will be built, or when it might go on sale, but called it a 'realistic glimpse of the future.'"

It doesn't fly. 150 years after the birth of Henry Ford, I can announce that there is no flying car.

I had such high hopes.

Talking While Walking

I was walking the dogs this evening. A lady walked toward me, on the phone, and said, "Where you at?"

I refused to be fooled. There once was a time, before the personal cell phone revolution, while walking on a street, minding one's own business, that one would give a wide berth to someone talking to no one in particular. Asking "Where you at?" was one of those things said back in the day that would pique my interest and cause me to swing wide of the person.

But with everyone having at least one cell phone permanently cemented to one ear, that's just part of the conversation; and people who are talking to somebody not present in our universe blend into the local imagery.

And then I was forced from my daydream by this lady, now stopped, looking at me, phone to ear, "6th Street? 6th Street?" She eyed me, waiting, then said, "6th Street?" not in the form of a question; but I had the idea she was talking to me. I said, "No." And she said, apparently into the phone still attached to her ear, "Now I'm getting somewhere."

And she demanded, "What then?" Perhaps, she had not talked to a real person in quite a while. Perhaps, she had no manners. Perhaps, it was a combination of both; but I decided she wanted to know where she was -- "West 9th. You're on West 9th."

"9th! 9th!" she yelled into the phone.

I was, at that point, hoping that her ride was driving up and down East 9th looking for her.