I don't know what's worse. This article or the fact that my own cow used to break out and cause terror among the streets of CC. Or maybe that my Dad once hit a horse. Bottom Line: Watch out for livestock in Northern Cali.
Cows killed in auto accidents
Published: October 23, 2007
By Nicholas Grube
Triplicate staff writer
CRESCENT CITY — Escaped cattle collided with two vehicles over the weekend causing a bovine massacre on U.S. Hwy. 101.
In total, four cows were killed after they somehow wandered onto Hwy. 101 around 7:30 p.m. Sunday and were struck by a Ford F250 pick-up truck coming down Crescent Hill in the northbound lane.
"There was cows all over the place," said Budget Towing's Mark Dunlap, who assisted in cleaning up the wreckage Sunday evening.
"I had to attach a chain to one of the cows' legs to pull it out" from under the truck, Dunlap said.
The initial impact didn't kill all the cows, Dunlap said, with one of the animals struggling to survive when he arrived. "It probably had a broken back," he said of the cow.
According to the California Highway Patrol, the Ford truck wasn't the first vehicle to encounter the free-ranging cows.
"One accident happened about two minutes before the other one," CHP Public Information Officer Don Bloyd said.
A cow ran out into the road and into the right side of Crescent City resident Edgar Murillo's mini-van as he was traveling down Crescent Hill near Endert Beach Road, Bloyd said. Three others joined it in the roadway when the Ford F250—driven by 62-year-old James A. Clark of Brookings—came down Hwy. 101 and slammed into the group.
"He (Clark) K.O.'d the four of them," Bloyd said.
Seeing cows in the roadways around Del Norte is not unusual, Bloyd said, especially on rural streets.
"Cows out in the road is pretty common," Bloyd said, "not necessarily on Hwy. 101, but on the side roads, yeah."
Neither Murillo or Clark sustained any substantial injuries during the accidents.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Hating On A Jet Plane
It wouldn't be a trip to Cali without wonderful airport experiences. The more I travel the more I realize I hate traveling.
After my first three hour flight I ended up with a major chocolate craving. I tried to forget the fact that I was in hell (aka Texas) and actually thought I could easily score some peanut m&ms. To my utter dismay, my first experience with a vending machine was with one that only sold ipods, digital cameras, those little play station things and headphones. No joke. The vending machine sold $300 items instead of my $1.00 pack of chocolate. I really wanted to kick it, but there was a security guard standing there and people in Texas really love the death penalty.
So without chocolate I made the intense journey from Terminal C to Terminal E. Along the two mile trek I realized how discriminatory those little airport carts are that pick people up and take them to gates. I do have a disability. It's called laziness. Who says I'm not worthy enough to sit next to that guy with the cast or the 90-year-old couple? My legs don't want to walk just like theirs.
So after I finally make it to my gate, I hear a voice that strikes fear into every nerve of my body. I was thinking this voice is just like the one that four months ago made me want to crawl under a table and hide. Then I realized it was the same one. I haven't confirmed the details but my view of the tv from across three gates lead me to believe the voice was none other than Wendy Murphy's. I would say she is comparable to the Janice Dickinson of the legal world. Remarkably great style with a twist of cross me and I'll make you wish that your spleen was being plucked out of your body with a rusty bobby pin.
I did somehow make it to the great Golden State. Fabulous Fall weekend. And made it back here just in time for the craziness that is this city and their love of their cursed team. There is seriously an article on the Boston Globe Web site of how to "cope" at work during this critical time. They call it Red Sox Fan Syndrome. You think I'm lying but that sad sad truth is that I'm not.
After my first three hour flight I ended up with a major chocolate craving. I tried to forget the fact that I was in hell (aka Texas) and actually thought I could easily score some peanut m&ms. To my utter dismay, my first experience with a vending machine was with one that only sold ipods, digital cameras, those little play station things and headphones. No joke. The vending machine sold $300 items instead of my $1.00 pack of chocolate. I really wanted to kick it, but there was a security guard standing there and people in Texas really love the death penalty.
So without chocolate I made the intense journey from Terminal C to Terminal E. Along the two mile trek I realized how discriminatory those little airport carts are that pick people up and take them to gates. I do have a disability. It's called laziness. Who says I'm not worthy enough to sit next to that guy with the cast or the 90-year-old couple? My legs don't want to walk just like theirs.
So after I finally make it to my gate, I hear a voice that strikes fear into every nerve of my body. I was thinking this voice is just like the one that four months ago made me want to crawl under a table and hide. Then I realized it was the same one. I haven't confirmed the details but my view of the tv from across three gates lead me to believe the voice was none other than Wendy Murphy's. I would say she is comparable to the Janice Dickinson of the legal world. Remarkably great style with a twist of cross me and I'll make you wish that your spleen was being plucked out of your body with a rusty bobby pin.
I did somehow make it to the great Golden State. Fabulous Fall weekend. And made it back here just in time for the craziness that is this city and their love of their cursed team. There is seriously an article on the Boston Globe Web site of how to "cope" at work during this critical time. They call it Red Sox Fan Syndrome. You think I'm lying but that sad sad truth is that I'm not.
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