Ms. Monique, it appears that you are very astute when it comes to fact-finding. Many of the documents you have shared with the community at large are very well thought out and provide just that hint of educational awareness that we all need to take into account without going through an entire dissertation leaving others, like Edge or Lord Voldermort (two other personalities on this site) completely lost. I would go so far as to tell you that your inclusion on this site is very welcomed. Others on this site, like Lovin' Ligorio, like to joke around and poke fun of others and, personally, I find it to harbor bad relations amongst our community. I would suggest that you take the much information gained from your research and request to make this a topic of discussion in front of your Greenhills Council members. As you may or may not be aware, there is a cell tower located on Sharon Rd. near the corner of Winton Rd. that backs up to many homes (where children play and reside). Risk to children you say? I say, to kids in YOUR (new) community. This tower could harbor, from the information you've been able to bring forth to the discussion could be a risk to those children and families. The more I think about it, because of your background and research in this topic, I'm beginning to believe that it is your civic duty/responsibility to inform the Greenhills Council to insure that NO cell towers remain around the village. Perhaps, the long-lasting effects and damages to people surrounding these towers is far more an important issue than anyone else has considered. Your data is beginning to sway me as to what M own personal safety could be. I'm going to grab a copy of my agreements and take a look to see what can be done. Thanks for all of your hard work and due diligence in this topic. There is much work to be done.
I was fortunate to have been able to attend this year's event. Just some feedback for future Harvest Fests. 1) For the Fire Department's fundraising efforts I dressed up like a fire hydrant. I then took my place as a parade volunteer to keep the pooches and people on the path for the parade. I was used as a potty throughout the entire parade. I didn't win, and a little girl named, Sally F., called me smelly and it hurt my feelings. 2) I was harassed by a straw-man that was placed at a booth. The damn thing wouldn't stop staring at me. 3) The apple pie I tasted was pretty good. But, it looked like it had been torn to pieces from the middle out. 4) Tommy J. and little Billy H. beat me badly in laser tag. It was very disappointing that they didn't even pull the trigger. Rather, they allowed their Rottweiler to attack me viciously and once on the ground they pummeled me with their guns. Try pulling the trigger a couple of times first at least. Overall, it was a good time.
I really have no issue with cell towers being placed on people's residences. I have three of them on mine and have found that it opened up new avenues of monies. For instance, the first tower was erected at the height of 350'-0". I quickly ascertained that at this height I was able to allow the flock of peregrine falcons I teach to perch and nest, thus providing me more space on the ground for my radish garden. The second tower was erected several years after that. I had planned to grow grapes around the first one. But, after getting the soil tested in my yard it was found to be too acidic and not good soil for growing grapes. Therefore, because of the way the two towers were situated I was able to create a "hammock village". By tying off on tower supports and fashioning tarps across the structures I was able to create a spacial dimension of nearly 1000 square feet for the "hammock village". People now come to relax, watch the birds, and enjoy nature. The last tower was erected just two years ago. This tower, perhaps the most elegant of the three, rises 400'-0" above the ground. My hammock village has now grown into a covered area where I now host weddings, large get-togethers, and other outdoor oddities such as carnivalesque performances. For instance, last year I had the bearded man, and the two-breasted woman. Show stoppers they were. I would entertain more towers on my property. The cash flow has paid off for me, personally. Others entertaining towers on their property may not have the same financial prowess as myself and that is understood. Just don't knock the idea until you've checked it out first.
This weekend: McD's is having an "All you can eat" gala event. Rhonda and Dakota will be there tonight for dinner. Please have $25.00 cash-ready at the door. The line starts promptly at 7:30pm each night. Last year raised over $750.00. It was amazing time. By the end of the night all was exhausted. Hope to see everyone there.
Last evening at 11:06pm would have been May 31st. That's what that guy gets when he poses as an aficionado of herbs and delivers Rosemary "out of season". Anywho, after interviewing him at the hospital he told me that that was his last day on the job as he was going to retire and kick-back in his 5.0. Mr. Johnson also stated that he was taking advantage of his indoor victory garden that he and some of his closest friends built and tended to together. In other news, Flight Recorder was found curled up in his bed licking his feather pillow chanting over and over again, "If only I could pet the pretty boys."
I just got off the boat at the pay lake behind McD's Pub. What a view! I noticed something out of the corner of my eye after pulling the inboard motor off my canoe. Paula and Crow were hanging out under an umbrella relaxing. They were a very large Long Island Iced Tea. It even had one of those paper umbrellas in it! I had no idea McD's had such a thing. Once I had placed my motor in the back of my 1973 Gremlin hatchback I walked over to the ladies. Well, it really wasn't a walk - more like my everyday strut that turns the ladies into mush. They had it coming. totally dissed I was by the ladies that they chose their Belair cigarettes and Mott the Hoople Pandora Station over me I wandered into the Pub for a cold Hamns. They have COMPLETELY renovated the place. Now, I hadn't been there in several weeks, but the work they did was pretty amazing! No more bubble gum under the tables. No more elbow stains on the edge of the bar. They added a brass leg bar across the bottom of the bar. The bartender, whom I didn't recognize until she turned and bent over to get me my cold Hamns, was more dressed up than usual. I said, "What in the #$%@ is going with this place!" She replied, "We've revamped the place to get more of the middle class Northbrook residents to start coming in." Just then, two hipsters came in. I couldn't believe my eyes. One of the gentleman was wearing a vintage Tupac shirt and a fitted cap that just didn't seem to fit right on his head because it was rotated and did not fit snuggly on top of his head. He must have just bought the hat because it still the sticker on the brim and the tag "of authenticity" still attached. The other gentlemen must have been a landscaper or something because he had a horticulture shirt on - it displayed some type of leaf on it. He smelled a bit weird when he walked by me. He must have just came from work. Who knows. They both ordered a shot of Hennessey and a Stella Artois. Very nice choices - I toast you! Talking to the bartender, often referred to by other regulars as "Serta", I asked, "Well, it looks like the renovation worked." Just then a noise came over the bar. It was loud poetry. The singer must have had a bad experience with the police and decided to write a poem about it. The singer must have also had multiple run-ins with his multitude of simultaneous relationships that his wife knew nothing about. The singer must like Mercedes and champagne as well. Rivoting music. The two gentlemen drank their drinks very quickly and headed out. t must have been because they were going to visit a loved one and stopped in to discuss business. McD's is known for people getting together during the day and talk business. I told Serta I had caught no fish on the lake in the morning. She didn't seem to care as she walked away pointing to the ceiling with one of her fingers. Maybe I really was number one in her book. The ladies came in after about 30 minutes and enjoyed another Long Island Iced Tea. OF course, Crow waits for no one. She just went behind the bar and helped herself. McD's is a crazy place like that. Well, my story ends on a positive note as I am glad to tell you that after leaving the bar and heading out to my car to go home a Colerain township Police officer had apparently not let those two gentlemen leave the premise. One gentlemen was face down on the hood of the cruiser and the other was laying face down on the ground. Both were probably innocent of any wrongdoing as one of them told the officer politely that (whatever was the on the hood of the police car) it didn't belong to him. As the other gentlemen laid flat on the ground an officer was helping him up and telling him that he was going back to HQ. I thought HQ went out of business nearly two decades ago. What do I know? When I drove away from McD's I pondered back on the years I had been a client of theirs. I became fixated on all the memories that came to the surface of my recollection. The wind coming through the windows. The sun is sharp right now as clouds roll by. I always thought that life could make people smile in ways that keep their own existence free of personal attacks, mean-spirited political debates, and religious confrontations. I turned past Joey's Bar and the last thing that ran through my head before I took a bite out of my bologna sandwich was, "I wonder if Crow and Paula are going to have sex later today after they get intoxicated with those Long Island Iced Teas." Life is Good.
They are overhauling it for the Penny Arcade that is to arrive there in mid July. Should be a good time. The Clowncil of Greenhillian-billies gave a special variance for indoor smoking and random buffoonery. As part of the variance, the skateboard park is now allowed to serve alcohol as was proposed by Christine several years ago. Michelob Ultra and Rolling Rock are the featured taps. After fighting the Clowncil for nearly two weeks, Ligorio Loonie finally won the battle of being allowed to dance in an over-sized birdcage during operating hours.
Decent post, Pele'. Pitchers and catchers report soon. The Deds will be in the basement again this year. They'll finish right with the Toledo Mudhens. No one should be surprised with the lack of foolishness by some of the Bengals players. Those guys are thugs: Burfict, Kirkpatrick, Adam Jones, & Williams. However, I'd like to be Burfict's PT and OT once he's done with his NFL career (which at his rate of concussion is about 2 more seasons). It will be a full time job keeping him walking and moving. Big money!
Listen here, Norwhal! The only phony on here is YOU! My work is done with precision matched only by the workmanship that goes into building a Greubel Forsey Invention Piece 2 Quadruple Tourbillon. Toilet paper is used only for the careful carrying out of the first rose from of its bedding. Once a rose is removed it cannot never be replaced. I don't blow snow, though. I have a big unit that removes debris from hardened surfaces. Most of the elderly have these types of surfaces during winter because they don't regularly get plowed. Therefore, the big unit has to come out to clean up.