Only In My Town....

No, it's not Sunday, but then again, this isn't exactly a picture.

It's something that appeared in our little berg's local paper this morning, in the "Police Blotter" section:



I love it - a rockin' movie party with barbecue!

I love the "Police Blotter" section of newspapers. The greatest stuff in there.

My all-time favorite came from the "Police Blotter" in the Atlanta free magazine "Creative Loafing." Its charm was in a combination of what the story consisted of and the matter-of-fact narrative in which the story was told. It went a little something like this, and though I'm paraphrasing, the operative phrase that keeps cropping up is quoted ver batim.

An Atlanta man was arrested Thursday night at a local gentleman's club for trying to accost a dancer. The dancer reported to the club's manager that the man kept trying to stick his finger in her. The manager confronted the man and asked what he was trying to do, and the man reportedly answered he was trying to stick his finger in a woman. When the manager told the man he could not stick his finger in a woman, the man replied that he had paid his money and he could stick his finger wherever he wanted to.

That last line actually appeared in the paper. It then went on to tell how the police were called and the man was escorted out, apparently without getting to stick his finger anywhere but on the police inkpad. Superb.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Bronze medal match: Palmer Smitherington of Great Britain emptied his holder and spelled "quinces" to take the game and the bronze medal in Scrabble over Demosthenes Papadapalapoulous of Greece in a match marred by partisan rowdiness from the crowd. Papadapalapoulous was left with the "x" and six "a" tiles, and forfeited the match.