So there's a homeless lady that lives in some tentlike contraption behind my wife's office building. She's been there as long as my wife's company has been around, but never has there been any interaction between any of them - until today. My wife's company has been planning a move to an adjacent building for many months now, and they have been going back and forth frequently to plot out renovations to their office space. These short walks have taken them closer to her "home" than they have ever been before. Apparently, homeless lady took exception to that.
So what'd she do? She did what any good, crazy, homeless person would do. She got on her bike, went down to the local library, and she sent an e-mail to my wife's boss.
None of this is edited in any way except for her e-mail address:
Name: Jenifer..the lady on the bicycle Email:russo-----@hotmail.com Company: Phone: () - Ext: Comments: was on the internet today, and by accident came across your business...If you are running "thwartings" over an intercome system over the business park, I am going to ask that you stop it towards me...I am not in favor of that ..am 60 years old...my cat was murdered thIS way...There are Missouri Revised Statutes against Internet Harrassment and Abuse; also against the homeless....Please stop, and do not interfer with my personal life/my privacy..I would not do it to you! YOU NEED A RELEASE FORM, AND TO BE HONEST I WILL NOT GIVE YOU ONE...PLEASE STOP IF YOU ARE INVOLVED IN THIS.
Surely I'm not the only one with a good story about a crazy homeless person, right?
"I do not think baseball of today is any better than it was 30 years ago... I still think Radbourne is the greatest of the pitchers." John Sullivan 1914-Old athletes never change.
My local paper has no qualms about posting whatever letter to the editor it receives:
America’s headed for calamity
Aha, aha, say the Democrats. We won, we won — you lost! Aha! Go ahead, exult. I don’t even see it. I go my way. I tried to turn you, but you would not be instructed; you pulled away the shoulder. Like the deaf adder which stoppeth her ear, which will not hearken to the voice of the charmers, charming never so wisely. Therefore, says God, I will laugh when your calamity comes.
A man escaped from a former communist country (Romania, I think). I shudder, he said. I see the same thing happening here that I saw happen 50 years ago, in my country.
I’m not frantic, I’m not biting my nails; I’ve done what I could do. “If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?” The answer is nothing. “We won, we won! You couldn’t stop us; we lit the fuse!” Not seeing, not caring, that you have blown up the foundations of the beloved country. But seeing or not, your calamity will come.
And there is a greater calamity. You have stopped up the ear and will have the deception of unrighteousness of that wicked, because you received not the love of the truth, that you might be saved. And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion that they should believe a lie: that they all might be damned who believed not the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness.
“Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” --Henry David Thoreau
There's a person in my town who used a marker to write, in probably about 14 or 16 point font, an open letter to the government and various government officials about the mis-deeds that have been done to them. The letter covers the entire garage door of the home, no paragraph breaks, no illustrations, just words. Thousands and thousands and thousands of words of craziness. I've always wanted to go read it, but I'm generally wary of walking onto the property of nut cases.