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I don't do birthdays. My sisters know that I will send them random gifts whenever I see something (affordable, mailable) which is Meantâ„¢ for them. I will send cards, usually ecards. And middle sister and I have a tradition of sending a card a month leading up to decade years. Which reminds me, she's due for one right now. Luckily I buy cards throughout the year, see above.

My sisters' birthdays are in the same month, so I remember those no matter how hard I try to forget them.

Tomorrow is my only American nephew's birthday, but I've been sending goodies for his infant regularly. And his wife bought him a new hockey stick. There's a Red Green joke in there I think. I may send him a puck, just the be weird. Not for his birthday, but for his hockey stick.

Aunt is home from the hospital, I'll try to call around noon her time.

Got into the car this morning, put it in gear, and back into park. I had left the computer running with FB open. In the last three places I lived, the computer was visible from the kitchen, so if I left in the middle, maybe waiting for a download or an install, I would see it while I was filling my cooler or taking my meds. But now the computer is out of sight and hearing from the kitchen.

Still got to work at a reasonable hour. Put together the demo, finished it, and also had time for two little projects.

At 5:30 when I knew the conference room would be free, I took my laptop in and hooked it up to the projector, because some people kept getting BSODed when they did that. Mine worked fine that way, but it wouldn't connect to the new in-house wi-fi. The instructions are online so I had to go back to my desk to install the wi-fi app, and then it worked. Glacial. My desk is right under a repeater, so that's bad news.

Keeping my fingers crossed for Monday morning.

Lunch was at China Stix, which now looks 90% done, the only thing left, I think, is to re-pave the parking lot, but looking at the huge amount of construction, that won't be till summer at the earliest. A new Target is going in, and it looks like also a supermarket. The beef chow fun was under-beefed and overcooked. Unusual for them. There was also an unusually large amount of eye candy/fashionistas.

After work the former Bat Cave Starbucks, which is now looking pretty, except it still needs a patio. The KFC and donut shop across the parking lot are now 90% re-faced. I did not know it was Marty's donuts. I don't think they had a sign before.

Got Norton's updated, which was the main thing, but it took a long time on the not-Comcast connection. Not too bad because there were only 4 of us online.

Lucky's, impulse buy of bacon & onion dip, chopped clams, Lay's original potato chips. While I was there I got some more paper plates and bowls (on sale) and Parmesan cheese.

Home, poured the clams into a bowl and nuked them on 6 for 4 minutes, glopped the dip into the bowl, mixed carefully because the bowl was filled to the brim. Poured most of it back into the dip container, and put both into the fridge for tomorrow. I hope it glops up enough.

Dinner was beef pot pie. Marie is putting way too many potatoes in them. And the crust is getting more cardboard-y. Must scout for other brands. Banquet is already a FAIL. Stouffer's isn't very good either.

Janice has made up with her boyfriend, so won't be coming over Sunday for the game. No time to meet her in the afternoon, another friend's graduation party comes first. At 40 she decided now was the time to go for a master's and PhD.

Domino has claimed the recliner I'd bought for company:
Read more... )

Plans for tomorrow:
Call Aunt
Seahawks game at 1:30. I may wear my jersey. If they win I'll keep it on when I go out to watch the evening game. There's a bar in Alviso...
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I'm going to put most of this behind a cut, because it will be long and shocking.

It started out like this: Facebook saw that I had included in my history a stint as a summer intern cameraman at KOMO-TV the summer of '69. They suggested I find friends from that gig. The first person who came to mind was Don McGaffin, who came to KOMO as an investigative reporter. THE investigative journalist. For a week or two, Don was conscripted to host the station's daily morning show, which had a small live audience (maybe 30 people) and one special guest. His included Tiny Tim, Dr. Irwin Corey and Shari Lewis. I was one of the cameramen. Don was a Character. And very sharp, and a heck of an interviewer. He showed up roaring drunk at least once, but not on a day he was on the air.

When I was about to go back to school, Don gave me a photo of an AWOL Army draftee he was looking for, telling me the guy had started an underground anti-war newsletter which the soldier somehow was distributing at Fort Lewis. In Fort Lewis. Don was strongly anti-war, knew I was too, and he knew I was on the campus daily newspaper. I don't remember if the newspaper published the photo, but one night I came back from a rehearsal to find the dorm counselor waiting for me. It seems my roommate had parked himself near our room with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a Bowie knife. By the time campus police arrived, he had finished most of the whisky, and apparently he was planning on killing me.

A few nights before, he had seen the photo on my desk, and asked how I'd gotten it. I told him Don McGaffin gave it to me at KOMO. The counselor said the roommate had thought I said "Tacoma" , checked it out, discovered Don had never worked in Tacoma, and figured I was an Army spy trying to trick him into giving up his brother's location. You can't make this shit up. And it gets better. Roommate had been in a mental hospital, and was at the University because the shrinks thought he might be ready to handle the real world.

McGaffin did find the AWOL soldier, did a series of stories on anti-war draftees, and I lost track of him when I left Seattle in 1972.

I wanted to find out what ever became of Don, so I did a search from FB, which sent me straight to the following obituary-cum-memoir by a Christy Diemond, who had met him when she was working as a helper at the Seattle PD's horse patrol, and saw that one of the senior officers was abusing the horses. Don loved stories like that, and loved cleaning up the mess they pointed to. Here's the article. It's long, and worth reading all the way through to get the full impact of what I found next.

Don McGaffin 1926-2005 )



The article moved me. I wanted to write to Ms. Diemond and thank her for it, even though it was written 7 years ago. I looked at the Uninformed Consent web page, the organization she headed for years, but it hadn't been updated since 2009. Linked-In had a listing but it was also out of date. A web search for her name produced a shocking article about her in the Seattle P-I:

Animal Cruelty )

And looking further, saw that her farm was being sold for back taxes.
Assessment )

So I guess I am not going to be writing to her after all. And am relieved that Don did not live to see this.

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