Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Its kind of ironic that he would be my "new" favorite comedian since he has been dead for some time now. I recently discovered his genius through this newer cool radio station out of Phoenix 97.3 FM all comedy all the time. I like his jokes because each joke is short and to the point. No boring, long, or crude anecdotes. Just funny jokes that don't seem to have any logical order from one joke to the next. Anyways, he has this funny joke about ducks that I like. Check it out here.
The man knows how to deliver jokes like no one I have ever heard. The video is funny. I think its funnier if you just listen to it and don't watch it though (the pictures distract from the jokes in my opinion).
"If you are a fish and you want to be a fish stick, you have to have very good posture." -Mitch Hedberg
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The following is from the Miami Harold Obituaries.
- Thursday, 01.19.12
Cheldon Glover, Border Patrol agent, killed in motorcycle accident
BY ELINOR J. BRECHER
From the time he joined the U.S. Army’s Junior ROTC at Hialeah-Miami Lakes High School in the 1990s, Cheldon Levay Glover knew he might end up in harm’s way.
Activated with the Florida National Guard for Operation Iraqi Freedom, he went to war for 15 months, and temporarily lost his hearing after a roadside bomb nicked the vehicle in which he was riding.
After joining the U.S. Border Patrol in 2006, he chased drug smugglers and border jumpers in Southern Arizona. He then became a recruiter, whose job it was to persuade prospective agents that running through 100-plus desert heat loaded down with gear and maybe getting shot at was just the ticket.
He survived it all, only to die in Miami, his hometown, after a hit-and-run driver sideswiped his motorcycle on Interstate 95, about 7:30 p.m. Jan. 5.
A van knocked Glover’s bike into traffic near 151st Street and kept going, said his sister, Chantale Glover. Then a Mercedes-Benz hit him. The driver stopped and called 911.
Glover, who was wearing a helmet and protective clothing, sustained seven broken ribs, a punctured lung and a broken pelvis, his sister said. Airlifted to Jackson Memorial Hospital’s Ryder Trauma Center, he died eight days later — on Friday the 13th — in the intensive-care unit, of a heart attack.
Born Aug. 14, 1981, Glover was 30. Among his survivors: a 1-year-old daughter.
“When he first was injured, he didn’t realize the seriousness,’’ said his mother, the Rev. Carolyn Glover. He was a solider, after all, tough in the face of pain.
Two friends riding with Glover later told Chantale that he said, ‘“I’m not hurt. Don’t tell my mom. It will upset her.’’’
His mother never approved of the bike.
Carolyn Glover is wrestling with the irony: “All of that danger, going up and down the road in Iraq, he comes home safe, then he’s out there fighting drug traffickers, in danger every day...’’
He’d just arrived home on leave Dec. 30, surprising everyone but his mom, who was in on it.
The most astonished of all: little sister Chantale. First she walked into a surprise party for her Florida A&M University graduation, then she saw her brother.
“She was like in shock,’’ Carolyn Glover recalled.
The Rev. Carl Glover, their dad, said that the youngest of his three sons had always been interested in the military.
“You could tell that it was in his blood when he was a child,’’ Carl Glover said. “He’d be protecting his little soldiers, his G.I Joes. They intrigued him more than the other toys.’’
At 5-foot-5, Cheldon was “the runt’’ of the boys, and to defend himself, “he started pumping iron and bulked up,’’ his father said.
He was already signed up with the Army National Guard’s 743 Maintenance Division when he graduated from high school in 1999, and passed the quartermaster chemical-equipment repair course at Maryland’s Aberdeen Proving Ground before deploying to Iraq.
He didn’t talk much about his service, said Carl Halaby, another Border Patrol agent from South Florida stationed in Casa Grande, Ariz., although he had “a soldier’s mentality.’’ They quickly became friends.
Glover “was always laughing,’’ said Halaby. “He loved the Dolphins and Heat, and he loved to eat. If you were cooking something, he was in there and he’d tell you if it was good or not.’’
Halaby was headed for leave in Miami on Jan. 13. He’d told Glover’s mother that he’d bring his friend’s mail.
“On behalf of the whole station, I can say we’re going to miss him,’’ Halaby said.
Carolyn Glover, an accountant with the Miami-Dade Water and Sewer Department, in addition to being an evangelist, said that her son read Psalm 91 before dangerous assignments. It promises divine protection to those who believe.
“But I always told him to also be vigilant,’’ she said. “Scripture says you need to watch, as well as pray.’’
In addition to his parents and sister, Glover is survived by brothers Carl Glover II and Chaderick Glover, daughter Kaylin Glover and her mother, Shenatrice King.
Homegoing Services are scheduled for 11 a.m. Saturday at Words of Life Fellowship Church, 20051 NE 16th Ave., followed by burial at Dade Memorial Park, 1301 Opa-locka Blvd.more here: http://www.miamiherald.com/2012/01/18/2596200/cheldon-glover-border-patrol-agent.html#storylink=cpy
Friday, January 6, 2012
Arthur Ashe said,
“True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.”
I believe most parents are heroes because they are willing and would do everything, at whatever cost to serve their children.
Recently a law enforcement officer died in the line of duty while serving a warrant on some punk. He was killed and many of his partners were seriously injured. They are true heroes. Jared Francom left behind his wife and two little girls while serving others.
In my life I have come to have two types of heroes. Those in uniform and first responders who serve their country and communities, and those who truly love and serve their children. I have been fortunate enough to know many people who fit both categories. Jaren Francom was also both; a hero to many, but to no one more important than his wife and two little girls.
Rest in peace bother. My prayers are with your family and friends and fellow officers during this trying time.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Here are some ideas I have for Chapter headings:
An Introvert Type B Personality in Law Enforcement... Never in My Wildest Dreams.
The Academy: Really, You're Going to Make me March? or The Academy: Study, Sleep, and Drink Yourself Numb.
Rookie of the Year? Ya, right!
Running in the Heat. Pace Yourself or You'll Puke.
Monsoons and Haboobs. Donuts Anyone?
Downtime: Good Times, Good People, Good Stories.
The Hardest Day of My Life and Honoring a Fallen Brother
Who You Gunna Call? Dopebusters!!
New Management and Deceptive Statistics.
Creepy Crawly Things and Other Wildlife.
Country Music and My Death Letter
Off Duty Cop
These are just some ideas I though of on my drive home today. Of course they are subject to change and maybe as the year goes by I'll add a few more. But I'm excited to document some of the wild stories and write about some really great people that I've worked with. Who knows, maybe for next year's talent show at the Berger reunion I'll have a rough draft to share with everyone.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Dexter Morgan. Blood spatter analyst for Miami Metro Police Department by day, vigilante serial killer by night (and sometimes by day too).
Dexter witnessed the brutal murder of his mother when he was just a child. He spent two days sitting in his mother's blood in a storage container at a shipping yard where the crime happened. He was found by a cop and his future adoptive father, Harry. It was this horrific experience that changed something inside of Dexter. It planted the roots for the creation of perhaps the greatest and most endearing serial killer ever.
With his father's teaching, what Dexter refers to as "Harry's Code", Dexter learned to channel his need to kill by targeting criminals who have committed murder and got away with it. As a blood spatter annalist for the police department he is in the perfect position to find, hunt down, and bring to justice those who have found a way to beat the legal system. And perhaps more importantly to Dexter its a way to satisfy his Dark Passenger, the need to kill.
This is a really good show. I only had to watch the first episode on Netflix to be hooked. There is something about Dexter's character that is creepy, yet comical. I find myself asking the question, "How can someone so great be so bad?"
Saturday, May 7, 2011
1. Cargo pockets
2. A 4X4 Dodge Ram with a HEMI
3. the TV show Dexter (if you have Netflix you must watch this. They have the first two seasons on instant download.)
There are more things in my life that I love. These just happened to occupy my mind this morning.