As soon as his hospital discharge papers were signed, he was ready to get dressed. One by one we removed items from his bag only to find all his damp clothes shredded. His ski pants were intact but his boxers were nothing but fringe.
Main thing is they looked clean. Just like we always tell our kids.
No matter the age of your kid - mine’s 27 - this is the call no parent wants to get:
“There’s been a ski accident. Your son has been airlifted to a trauma center. Sorry, but that’s all we know.”
An enterprising reporter with a contact in the royal scullery - Deep Buttercream - cracked the cake story.
You want to prevent this from happening again, United? Here's a thought: Don't cram pets into airless overhead bins to suffocate.
There. Problem solved.
The accident was in the headlines for weeks. At first, simply because two innocent teens waiting for a traffic light to turn green had been killed by a speeding drunk who never applied his brakes.
Later, the stories took a different turn when it was discovered that not only did 22-year-old Alfredo Ramos plowed into Kunhardt’s car at more than 65 mph, but that he was what was then called an “illegal immigrant” – a term most newspapers have abandoned in favor of unwieldy euphemisms.
It’s one thing to lose a case in court. It’s something else to get slapped around by a federal judge in the process.
State and local police and sheriff's departments enforce the commonwealth's laws. All of them. Surely these professionals are capable of prioritizing criminal activity in their jurisdictions and assigning officers accordingly.
