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Discussion in 'The Observation Bar' started by LizzieMaine, Sep 9, 2008.
Couldn’t have said it better myself.
A popular bumper sticker in this region: "MLB PDX." Incorporating the local airport code as a plea for a Major League team.
I'd love to see it happen. I can't get excited about rooting for the Mariners. Not sure if there's a Red Sox Nation contingent here as there was in Chicago, but it's on the post- vaccine to- do list to find out. Loved those folks in Chicago.
If it was an easy job anyone could do it. We chose to go to law school and the cards were on the table all along.
Portlanders in particular seem given to using the airport code as shorthand for their fair city.
Benzedrine inhalers. They worked pretty well to clear a stuffed-up nose. You stuck 'em up your nose and snorted. I guess the fact they contained benzedrine did them in.
I just read an article about Nokona baseball gloves...the last surviving American made baseball glove. US leather, US labour and the last man standing. So very sad but understandable as offshore labour is upwards of 10 times less than domestic. Makes me want to go out and buy one but alas it would be a shelf queen.....but a worthy one. At least my 50 year old Rawlings is US made.
I played left field wearing a Rawlings glove. Gone now alas.
I think my mom tossed it out with my Playboys when I was overseas.
I have my younger brother's glove that I bought him...he was 10 years younger than I and when he was 12 or 13 I bought him a top of the line Rawlings glove. He was a very good ball player. Cost me 3 days wages at the time and I think he got a discount. It was a great glove. Even after all these years it is still a good glove although the leather in the palm is a might thin. I will always be a Rawlings guy but and it pains me they are no longer a US made product but then that has been true for a long while now.
I can't stand any anti-congestion nasal inhalers. The particles always travel right to the back of my nasal passage and land right on my tongue. Not even the gnarliest mixture of Buckley's cough syrup contains such disgusting flavors.
I don't have a choice at certain times of the year if I want to do things like breathe and smell. Life lesson: Don't let your friend break your nose when you're six years old and there's no time to go to a doctor for proper care because it's the morning of your pregnant older sister's first wedding.
Nokona likes to market itself as the only American made baseball glove, but that's simply untrue. There are lots of American made gloves on the market. I've owned several by Glovesmith, made in Missouri, just like the higher end Rawlings still are. I recommend them highly. There is a company out of Pearsall, TX called Trevino that makes mitts your grandchildren will be fighting over.
Like I mentioned anywhere here in the Lounge, I wanted to show you our new old-fashioned sidewalk railings in smalltown, which I never thought ever to come back!
Deutsche Bahn did this construction orgy last autumn along the track.
I attended night school at John Marshall Law School while employed as a trade order specialist
on the overnite desk at Lind-Waldock before it was bought out and all staff released save the China desk.
A crim prof and I had an argument one evening over a case where an Hispanic defendant had killed his
girlfriend after finding her with another man. However, he left the apartment-forsaking passion-went out
and acquired a pair of scissors, returned and committed what I deemed murder one. The prof objected,
claiming the defendant was Hispanic, and therefore possessed some innate psychological right to recourse
passion as defense to murder. I countered that the Model Penal Code was writ to objectify the arcane
and vague, so asked why introduce the ethnic variable into the issue? He remained adamant. I countered
that since I was Irish, a member of the Celtic race supposedly immune to psychoanalysis, would he
accord privilege recourse passion to me? The prof was Jewish. Stumped.
I went to the brokerage immediately after class. My first call that night was from a guy who had
lost $40,000 the day before. Pissed as punch. But not nearly as pissed as the prof.
I always thought carbide reactors / acetylene developers would have long been sorted out, not at least because they have been involved in many severe to deadly accidents.
Just learned that these machines are still, brand new, available...
So, you're a John Martian too? I had you pegged for DePaul or Loyola (don't ask why). Did you enjoy the hot pastrami at the Dill Pickle as much when you were there as I did during my years?
I go back and act as a judge / evaluator every year (before the pandemic, anyway) for their ABA/ JMLS crim law trial competition. Seems like a classier venue than in my years there: a lot more expensive as well. It's gone from one of the least expensive private law schools in the nation to one of the most: but now it's part of the University of Illinois system. (Got my backdated UIC diploma recently in the mail: looks kinda impressive, I must say.)
I transferred and later JMLS invited pro bono trial law instructor assistance. UIC/JMLS match does
seem impressive. I had a rather peripatetic collegiate odyssey around Chicago including UIC,
which campus I reluctantly forfeited for a scholarship at Roosevelt University. Briefly touched base
at DePaul and Loyola-Water Tower. Oklahoma University School of Law after JMLS.
Hindsight is always clearly comprehended, readily understood. I passed the Chicago Police Department
after the Army because I could not wait six or seven years listing and recently told that I should have
gone directly to da mare Daley's fifth floor City Hall office. Perhaps. Stare decisis. I would love to be
in law school now especially Constitutional Law.
With one exception, EVERY Chicago cop I was with in law school ended up on the bench. Hindsight, indeed.
I hit the school at a time of transition. From Noble Lee's mercenary operation that "anyone can get into but few survive" to a fully AALS accredited institution. My understanding is that in the old days one could pass every course exam, but still wash out after failing a comprehensive exam that tested all subjects taken, including previous years' coursework. Seems like a nightmare, and if that's what you transferred out from, kudos on your common sense.
The thread topic here is "Things Which Have Disappeared In Your Lifetime." Perhaps the "good old days at Marshall" are among those. To which I say, let that "thing" stay buried: and if it helps I'll bring the mallet and wooden stake to drive through its miserable heart.
Capricious grading and grievance forced a dean's converse-confrontation; later, after JMLS inquired
if I would teach trial practice I called the school reminding why I left for Oklahoma. I countered with an
offer contingent tuition reimburse which I thought eminently reasonable restitution.
I left the OKC DA office after said declined prosecuting Murder One a physician who beat his wife to death.
DA concluded manslaughter was more appropriate since deceased supposedly rendered unconscious.
Later heard DA indicted over pharmaceutical addiction.
That, and Woodward in which a British nanny killed a child and subsequent foolish judge opted to decide
judgemente non obstente veredicto strongly influenced professional departure.
Remember that case, and my wife's comment about it. "These people who hire British girls as au pairs don't realize that most of them are coming over here to party hearty. They think that they're going to be getting Daphne Moon from Frazier!"
Woodward is most instructive salient Commonwealth of Massachusetts instantaneous premeditation;
witness statements; prosecution offer of lesser charge; but judicial intrusion sears infamy.
I believe that prosecution should have been cognizant Court's anglophilia and requested recusal.
Inexcusable lapse. Defendant statements given freely indicate mens rea and immaturity; yet
defense rejected lesser charge manslaughter, forcing murder and subjective upon jury.
Jury verdict overturned without cause. Miranda, statement subsequent, and the judge elect.
Court awareness of defendant immaturity and manslaughter would have meliorative effect sentence.
I did not want her to spend her life in prison but a child's death demands sufficient penal hold
to sate Justice and common sense.