Headline from Magnolia Gazette - Ominous Stack of Bones Ruled Public Menace

Just who could this person be??? We only wish there was a full shot of him.

News flash- Waste Management was required to dispatch a special SWAT team garbage truck to West McLaren Street in Magnolia to remove what has been described as an "enormous stack of turkey bones" and several empty five gallon drums of industrial strength gravy. A lesser problem was the three foot pile of potato skin peelings, but they were removed as well at the request of several concerned neighbors.

Detectives have currently narrowed the list of suspects and their investigation may conclude soon.

Early Leader in Mascot Contest

Although not yet official, insiders say that the front runner for the new team name just might be the Magnolia Toby's. Our uni tops will be grey and black stripes and we will all have to wear flea collars around our necks. Our away uniforms would simply say "Kittens" on the front, but would obviously (or is it Odvi) be grey with black stripes.

C O M P E T E

I love New York. And I love Coney Island. What is not to like; Nathan's, the boardwalk and much more. My first stop (after visiting my 105 yr old grandmother and my wonderful Aunt Frannie and equally wonderful Uncle Frank) was Coney Island. And what a day. Sunny, sixty-five degrees. I stopped at Nathan's and had two dogs (Peggy is in Seattle!) and walked the boardwalk and saw the sites. I love Coney Island, it is one of my happy places, perhaps my favorite. Yeah, it is run down, scary and has seen better days; but I love being there, people watching (no better place in the world) and just hanging out.

And EVERYTIME I go there I always walk down far enough to see the outside handball courts that are on the non seas-side of the boardwalk and I watch the men play handball. And do they ever play hard. There is a crowd playing every time I go there, no matter the weather. They are not great athletes, they will never be on TV but they play a silly game so hard, like their life was on the line. It is real to them. They play for pride and for something we all need to reach down and get in touch with....they play to compete. They want to feel like winners.

Lets face it, if you can hang out at 2:30 and lay it all out on the handball courts of Coney Island on a Wednesday, you probably do not have that much going on in your life. Most likely not much else in their lives make them feel so good. This is the level we need to approach our baseball game on. When we play, when we strap it on we want to C O M P E T E. Their is nothing else going on at that time. We C O M P E T E, even though we will never know why.







I love New York. And I love Coney Island.