The Cingino Dam in northern Italy

These are Alpine ibex on the Cingino Dam in northern Italy.  The ibex are a type of wild mountain goat which are excellent climbers and typically live in steep, rocky terrain at higher altitudes, so the alpine environment of the Diga dal Cingino is not an unusual habitat in which to find them

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For those who aren’t familiar with the view – it’s the downstream face of the dam and those dots are bighorns WALKING ACROSS IT.  They’re licking the surface – salt, maybe?

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Watch out for those little old ladies

A little old lady was walking down the street dragging two large  plastic garbage bags behind her.  One of the bags was ripped and every once in a while a $20 bill  fell out onto the sidewalk.  Noticing this, a policeman stopped her, and said, “Ma’am, there are $20 bills falling out of that bag.” 

“Oh really? Darn it!” said the little old lady. “I’d better go back  and see if I can find them. Thanks for telling me officer.” 

Well, now, not so fast,” said the cop. Where did you get all that  money? You didn’t steal it, did you?” 

“Oh, no, no”, said the old lady.  “You see, my back yard is right  next to the Golf course. A lot of golfers come and pee through a knot hole in the fence, right into my flower garden. It used to really tick me off.  Kills the flowers, you know. Then I thought, ‘why not make the best of  it?’   So, now, I stand behind the fence by the knot hole, real quiet, with my  hedge clippers.  Every time some guy sticks his thing through my fence, I surprise him, grab hold of it and say, O.K., buddy! Give me $20,  or off it comes.” 

“Well, that seems only fair,” said the cop, laughing. “OK. Good  luck! Oh, by the way, what’s in the other bag?”

 “Well, you know”, said the little old lady, “not everybody pays.”

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Just in case you weren’t feeling too old today – – –

The  people who are starting college this fall were born in  1991. 
They are too young to  remember the space shuttle blowing up. 
Their lifetime has always included  AIDS. 
The CD was  introduced two years before they were born.   
They have always had an answering  machine. 
They have always had  cable. 
Popcorn has always been  microwaved. 
They never took a swim  and thought about Jaws. 
They don’t  know who Mork was or where he was from.   
They never heard, “Where’s the Beef?”,  “I’d walk a mile for a Camel ,” or “de plane, Boss, de  plane.”
They don’t  have a clue how to use a typewriter.

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Actor Tom Bosley dead at 83

Bosley It was a constant in American television for more than a decade: Viewers could turn on their TVs and find Howard Cunningham in his armchair, reading the newspaper and providing a fatherly voice of reason to young Richie Cunningham and his friends on “Happy Days.”

Tom Bosley made the role famous during the long-running sitcom, earning a place as one of the most memorable fathers in TV history.

Bosley died Tuesday at the age of 83 after suffering heart failure at a hospital near his Palm Springs home. Bosley’s agent, Sheryl Abrams, said he was also battling lung cancer.

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Woman stabs classmate in anger-management class

Talk about a teachable moment.

A 19-year-old Bellevue woman has been charged with second-degree assault after she allegedly stabbed a classmate Saturday during an anger-management class.

Bellevue police say Faribah Maradiaga “blew up out of control” and stabbed the classmate’s arm and shoulder several times after the two women exchanged words.

Police said Maradiaga, who already has a pending assault charge, told them that the other woman had threatened her first, according to charging documents.

Maradiaga walked into a classroom on the Bellevue College campus, where a court services agency rents space for the anger management class, around 9 a.m. Saturday while a video on anger management was being shown, according to the charges. Maradiaga started complaining about the movie and disrupting the class, according to the documents, when the victim told Maradiaga “the video was good and to give it a chance.”

Maradiaga, who was sitting two rows behind the victim, then stood up and started talking “trash” before pulling out a knife with a 3-inch blade and stabbing the other woman, police and prosecutors say.

The charges say Maradiaga then threatened to kill the victim’s family.

Maradiaga is being held on $50,000 bail in King County Jail and is scheduled to be arraigned Oct. 25.

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That’ll be $5.37

“$5.37.” That’s what the kid behind  the counter at Taco Bell said to me. I dug into my pocket and  pulled out some lint and two dimes and something that  used to be a Jolly Rancher. Having already handed  the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck  to grab some change, when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said  the harshest thing anyone has ever said to me.
He  said, “It’s OK. I’ll just give you the senior citizen  discount.”
 
I turned to see who he  was talking to and then heard the sound of change  hitting the counter in front of me. 
 
“Only $4.68,” he said cheerfully. 

I stood there stupefied. I am 58, not  even 60 yet. A mere child! Senior citizen? I took my  burrito and walked out to the truck, wondering what was  wrong with Elmo. Was he blind? As I sat in the truck, my blood  began to boil. Old? Me? I’ll show him, I thought. I  opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the  counter, and there he was waiting with a smile. 
 
Before I could say a word, he held up  something and jingled it in front of me, like I could  be that easily distracted! What am I now? A toddler? 
 
“Dude! Can’t get too far without your  car keys, eh?”
I stared with utter disdain at the  keys. I began to rationalize in my mind. “Leaving keys behind  hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen to  anyone!”
I turned and headed back to the truck. I  slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn’t turn.

What now? I checked my keys and  tried another. Still nothing. That’s when I noticed the  purple beads hanging from my rearview mirror. I had no  purple beads hanging from my rearview mirror. 

Then, a few other objects came into  focus. The car seat in the back seat. Happy  Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. A partially  eaten doughnut on the dashboard. Faster than you can say  ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle. 
 
Moments later I was speeding out of the  parking lot, relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish  stop in my life. That is when I felt it, deep in the  bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled and  churned, and I reached to grab my burrito, only it was  nowhere to be found.

I swung the  truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into  the restaurant one final time. There Elmo stood,  draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was,  “What is the world coming to?”
All I could say was,  “Did I leave my food and drink in here?” At this point I was  ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle, and  then go straight home and apply for Social Security  benefits.

Elmo had no clue. I walked back  out to the truck, and suddenly a young lad came up and  tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was  holding up a drink and a bag. His mother   explained, “I think you left this in my truck  by mistake.”
 
I took the food and  drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized. 
 
He offered these kind words, “It’s OK.   My grandfather does stuff like this all the  time.”
 
All of this is to explain  how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40. Yes, I was racing  some punk kid in a Toyota Prius. And, no, I told  the officer, I’m not too old to be driving this  fast.
 
As I walked in the front  door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. I handed  her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. I  promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up  my legs with a blankey.
 
The good  news was I had successfully found my way home. 

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