Edition 7-11-05

	STOUGHTON, Wis. -— Ruth Stewart celebrated her 100th birthday by doing something she always wanted to try: Taking a ride on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. "If I were 20 years younger, I would buy one,'' said the retired music teacher. "I think they're just beautiful, but I never could afford it.'' Richard Ireland, 62, of Deerfield, gave Stewart a three-mile ride through downtown Stoughton after being contacted by Stewart's nieces and nephews. They wanted their aunt to realize her years-long dream of riding a Harley. Ireland drove her from her condominium to the Vennevol Clubhouse, where nearly 100 family members, friends, and Mayor Helen Johnson waited to celebrate with her. Her top speed Monday on the back of the Harley was 33 mph and she wanted to go faster. "It could have been a lot faster,'' she said. "Next time, when he comes back, I'll go 50. That will be fun.''
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The traditional way to drink straight tequila requires a little coordination and a steady hand. Place salt on the web of the hand between your thumb and forefinger. Hold a wedge of lime or lemon with the same two fingers and have a 1-ounce shot glass filled with tequila in the other hand. In one quick continuous motion, lick the salt, drink the tequila, and bite the lime or lemon wedge. Cleaning The Tracks Of Shower Doors: Use hydrogen peroxide in shower door tracks to loosen the hardened scum. When it bubbles up, run a cotton swab along the track and flush with glass of water. Orthopedic mattress for men	SARASOTA -- A local man was arrested on multiple charges just after midnight Monday following a stabbing incident at the McIntosh Road home where slain 11-year-old Carlie Brucia lived before her disappearance in February 2004. Charged with aggravated battery, resisting arrest, fleeing to elude and driving while license suspended, Kenneth Michael Cudzilo, 34, was apprehended near the McIntosh Road residence of Susan Schorpen, Carlie's mother, after what police described as a brief vehicle and foot chase. On Sunday morning, police say, Cudzilo stabbed Joseph Ziroulo at the McIntosh address. The victim remained in intensive care but stable condition Monday at Bayfront Medical Center in St. Petersburg. Cudzilo, whose police record includes arrests for burglary, armed robbery, weapons possession, passing bad checks and drug possession, remains without bail in Sarasota County jail. The McIntosh Road home is owned by Schorpen's mother, Eileen Schorpen, who on Monday said she planned to evict her daughter when court offices open after the July 4 holiday. "I can't carry her anymore," said Eileen Schorpen, who said she did not know either men involved in the stabbing incident. "I don't socialize with people my daughter knows," she said. Susan Schorpen, who lost custody of her 7-year-old son to Eileen Schorpen in July 2004, could not be reached for comment. A telephone call to her estranged husband, Steven Kansler, was not returned. Eileen Schorpen, who defended her daughter as a good mother at the time of the custody decision, learned of the stabbing Monday morning in a telephone call from Susan Schorpen. "She said she was sleeping when it happened," said Eileen Schorpen. "I don't know what to believe anymore."
If you have problem opening jars, try using latex dish- washing gloves. They give a non-slip grip that makes opening jars easy. One morning a husband took a pair of underwear out of the drawer. "What the ? ? ?" he said to himself as a little "dust" cloud appeared when he shook them out. "April," he hollered into the bathroom, "why did you put talcum powder in my underwear?" She shot back: "It's not talcum powder. It's 'Miracle Grow'." Thanks Geri	* Show your patriotismŠcelebrate America's BISON-tennial Two hundred years ago, Lewis & Clark marveled at the tens of millions of wild buffalo roaming our American frontier. By the 1880s, all but 25 were exterminated. Today, the descendents of those survivors compose the Yellowstone herd, the last wild and free-roaming bison the American people will ever know. But our great nation's enduring symbol of strength and freedom is still in peril! Montana's Department of Livestock, to "protect" its cattle empire, persecutes, captures, and slaughters wild bison as they cross the national park boundary onto our adjacent public land - land belonging to all citizens. And American taxpayers fund this tragedy! DO YOUR PATRIOTIC DUTY: STAND UP FOR THE AMERICAN BISON! As we commemorate the Lewis and Clark bicentennial, please act on behalf of the American BISON-tennial! Contact your U.S. Representative and ask him/her to support H.R. 2428, the bi-partisan Yellowstone Buffalo Preservation Act, "to provide for the protection of the last remaining herd of wild and genetically-pure American buffalo." Visit http://www.buffalofieldcampaign.org/legislative/buffalopreservation.html for more information and to find out how to contact your Representative.
The Italian Tomato Garden An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato garden, but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament. Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me. Love Dad A few days later he received a letter from his son. Dear Dad, Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES. Love Vinnie At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son. Dear Dad, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances. Love Vinnie From the Edmonton Sun WINNIPEG -- Nudism is an activity that makes many people uncomfortable but you can't knock it until you bare it, a longtime nudist says. "We have people from all walks of life, all occupations and all ages," said Bob Migliore, who co-organized an open house yesterday at Crocus Grove, a nudist camp about 40 km northeast of Winnipeg in the Mars Sandhills. "If people want to try a lifestyle that's going to give them a new outlook on life, this is it. It's a big stress-reliever." Nearly a dozen people attended the seven-hour open house, which members used to promote the naked truth about nudism and dispel several common myths. "We're not what the city calls adult entertainment," said Migliore, 64. "We're a family oriented campground. We don't use the 'colony' term because it gives the connotation that everybody is doing the same thing at the same time." Crocus Grove has the amenities and activities of a typical campground, including a heated pool, walking trails and bird watching. The only difference is everyone participates in the buff. Strict rules forbid inappropriate conduct and photography. The camp is clothing-optional but people must be nude in the pool, sauna and hot tub, Migliore said. Crocus Grove, one of at least four nudist camps or beaches in Manitoba, opened in 1969 and has about 130 regular members that range from families with toddlers to naturists in their 80s. "Children are natural nudists and as soon as they find out they can go nude ... they just love it," said Migliore, who, along with his wife Pat joined Crocus Grove in 1985. Like many new members, Pat Migliore was shy at first but quickly warmed to the idea of summer activities in her birthday suit. "I was very nervous and uptight in the beginning but I've never looked back," she said. The Migliores spend about 100 days a year at the camp taking part in a lifestyle their two children and grandchildren now enjoy.	The 1940s pro wrestler was known for his golden mane, flashiness and for delivering dairy in Hawthorne. By Doug Irving Daily Breeze He was a tough guy in a sequined robe, a fighter with steel in his arms who liked to spritz his corner of the ring with perfume. He called himself Gorgeous George. But the wrestling fame, the lavender convertible, the millions won and lost -- all that came much later. At first, he was just George Wagner, the quiet kid in a starchy shirt and a black bow tie who carted glass milk bottles around Hawthorne. George went on to change the very face of pro wrestling, giving America something to watch on the remarkable new medium of television. His antics taught athletes and performers who came later that spectacle can make the show. But he lived such an ordinary life in Hawthorne that many people didn't even call him by name. They just knew him as the milkman. "We were all shocked when we saw him on TV," city historian Walt Dixon said. "Hey, that's our milkman!" George was born in 1915 in a small town on the Nebraska prairie and moved to California sometime later. He began wrestling under his given name as a teenager, but he was too small, too plain, for the pros. He made his money from milk during his years in Hawthorne, in the late 1930s. He didn't do much of anything to stand out, just left bottles of milk corked with cardboard on front porches and then moved on with a wave and a smile. Dixon described him as "plain George, the local mild-mannered milkman" in his new book on the history of Hawthorne. "Nice guy," Dixon recalled. "Very quiet. "And then he got a little flamboyant." "Gorgeous George" first pranced into the spotlight in the late 1940s, a larger-than-life character with little in common with the ordinary milkman he once was. People loved to hate him. He sneered back at them, called them peasants. He had grown his hair long, bleached it, curled it into a perfect mane of golden locks. He used to pluck out his gold-plated hair pins and flick them to the crowd. He called them Georgie pins. He stepped into the ring with valets who would spray his corner with perfume and disinfectant. Sometimes, for good measure, they'd spray his opponents, too. George played the villain when the bell sounded, pulling hair when the referee looked away, scrambling for the ropes when he was about to get beat. "The ultimate showman, that's for sure," said Bob Bryla, the chairman of the board of selectors for the Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame in New York. "He knew how to get the crowd's reaction." The online "Ring Chronicle" called Gorgeous George the "original showman of professional wrestling." It claimed that his theatrics helped sell television as a form of entertainment worth watching. Dixon bought his first television around that time, a big wooden cabinet with a tiny screen that cost $341. He remembers neighbors coming over just to watch the test pattern; a match featuring Gorgeous George was a real event. George would drive through his old Hawthorne neighborhood sometimes, behind the wheel of a lavender convertible, his long hair blowing in the breeze. Some people would wave to him, Dixon said, and some would just giggle. Gorgeous George fascinated people until the early 1960s. His fans still see his legacy in the theatrics of performers who followed, from Liberace to Muhammad Ali. He was inducted into the first class of the Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame. But he faded away fast after he left the ring. Some say he put his fortune into a turkey farm and lost everything when his birds drowned in a big storm. Others say he sank his money into a California bar that never made it. One report had him living in a 25-cents-a-night flophouse near the end of his life, with a bad cough and no money to see a doctor. He died in 1963. But by then, the character created by a milkman from Hawthorne had muscled into pop culture. In recent years, Gorgeous George has even merited a mention on the sitcom "Seinfeld" and the game show "Jeopardy!." Click on picture to enlarge
WORD of the DAY
fete \FAYT\ noun 1 : festival 2 a : a lavish often outdoor entertainment *b : a large elaborate party Example sentence: Nigel's 50th birthday was celebrated with an impressive fete, featuring an abundance of delicious food, an open bar, and endless music and dancing. Did you know? "Fete" is a word worth celebrating. It's been around since Middle English, when it was used in a manuscript to refer to "fetes, spectacles and other worldly vanytees." Since the 19th century, it has been doing double duty, serving both as a noun (as we've used it here) and as a verb meaning "to honor or commemorate with a fete." You can honor "fete" by remembering that it entered English from Middle French, and that it derives ultimately from the Old French "feste," meaning "festival" — a root that, not surprisingly, also gave English the word "feast." (Because of its French ties, you will sometimes see "fete" spelled with a circumflex ( ˆ ) above the first "e," as that's how it appears in that language.)
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