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Saturday, November 26, 2005

In The Beginning. . spotnews101


Saturday Morning
Nov. 26 2005

I'm listening to the scanner, a kind of funny pursuit in my job. You listen, kind of drifting in and out of full attention, to the dispatcher communicating with the police and emergency crews all over the city. You can get kind of distracted if things get real routine . . Like a stretch of welfare checks or unwanted parties ( let me tell you many many parties are unwanted so if you are planning a surprise one for someone you know THINK IT OVER you too could have the cops called on you) Then all of a sudden you could hear something that makes you shake your head kind of like a wet dog fresh from a big puddle. For instance

"He says it was larger than a turkey, but smaller than an ostrich."

I heard this a few days ago in here and it got my attention.

Now you have to tune in close because they are going to tell the location of said larger-than-turkey-smaller-than-ostrich which is causing such a stir as to have inspired someone to call 911 !!!
And here's the catch, they will say all kinds of things over and over. But they will never ever ever repeat the location. They may repeat other things, because someone didn't hear it or a dog was barking into the mic or simply because, as a dispatcher, how often do you get to say cool and bizarre things like:

"He says it was larger than a turkey, but smaller than an ostrich."

(Come on, you know you'd like to say it over the emergency airwaves. And when you hear it in your head, this random piece of police scanner reportage, assuming you do, hear it with a slightly nasal but indeterminable Latin American accent so the turkey kind of sounds like "tooourkeeey.")

Sad to say, I never found the mysterious beast. So, no photographic evidence of its rampage through someone's peaceful day exists!! And by now, Thanksgiving having just passed, all that is probably left of said mysterious beast is a snapped wish bone caught in the garbage-disposal waiting for some brave fingers to fish it out of its goopy filth and carelessly toss it into the last waning glow of the outgoing thanksgiving trash pile.


Off to look for feature pix . . .
Besos
PhotoChick30

Above: A spotnews shot from last Saturday of a garage burning down. It was worse because of fireworks and other explosive stuff inside. The house was untouched and all the folks got out safely.

1 Comments:

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