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Posted at 1:07 PM on December 7, 2012
by Bob Collins
Elmer Abbas has only been a mall Santa once -- 1998 at Maplewood Mall. That was the year that Chris Burd sat on his lap and probably didn't answer "your daughter" when Santa asked what he wanted for Christmas.
Burd has recently looked at a picture from then and realized it's his father-in-law.
"My mom was going through old photos and said she thinks one of my old Santa pictures was me sitting on my fiancé's dad's lap," Chris told ABCNews.com. "And I just told her she's nuts. So later in the week I went over to the house and saw it and decided it wasn't him. But later on, I took a closer look and was like, 'Oh my God. That's Liz's dad."
(h/t: Brian Hanf)
This should -- but, sadly, probably won't -- serve as a wakeup call to all the insipid radio morning shows whose appeal is the outrageous stunts the morning teams do for the audience that craves them.
Earlier this week, a radio station called the London hospital where Prince William's wife was being treated for her morning sickness. The show host pretended to be the queen, duping a nurse who dished all of the royal health secrets.
That's some funny stuff.13 Comments)
The snowstorm -- yes, I'm officially declaring a dusting of snow to be a snowstorm in line with our new climatic realities -- may have you wondering, "whatever became of that guy who was kayaking from the Northwest Angle of Minnesota down the Mississippi and on to Key West?
Daniel Alvarez is the name and according to his blog, which is published daily but is two weeks behind for security reasons, he's arrived at Memphis, and consumed a half gallon of ice cream -- apparently a tradition for explorers of some type.
It's an old tradition from the Appalachian Trail. At the halfway point, you eat a half-gallon of ice cream. I think it's lucky and I've done it on every trip since, but when I got to Cairo, which seemed as good a halfway point as any, 40 degree temperatures and a town two miles up the Ohio River convinced me to wait. In New Madrid, I couldn't find a half-gallon to buy.
"They gotta have ice cream," I thought.
I checked the clock in my head and decided to risk it. Ten minutes later, I walked back down that old ferry road with two tubs of ice cream, 1.5 quarts each, a bit more than a half-gallon, but sometimes you have to make do with a little math.
The road felt as abandoned as ever, nothing but a muddy track through the woods along the levee. I looked down toward the water and there was the Looksha, just as I'd left her, bright yellow in the sun. No one would be there on a Sunday morning.
I drifted away, eating spoonfuls of ice cream, and enjoying the silence of a stopped clock.
My guess, and I haven't exchanged emails lately, is he's somewhere around Vicksburg or Natchez by now, where it was 72 degrees as the sun set.
If you're not following his blog, Predictably Lost, you should be, assuming you have a constant appetite for tasty writing.
Update 12/9 - Daniel is close to Baton Rouge.(1 Comments)