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Monday
May022011

Ding dong, Bin Laden's dead

Probably not the venue post this PG-13 homage to my favorite dead terrorist, but it doesn't fit on FB or Twitter. Besides, it's my blog and I can cuss if I want to.

Thanks to the Wicked Witch of the West and a long ride home for the inspiration.

Ding dong.
Bin Laden's dead.
Yep he is,
shot in the head.
Ding dong,
the effin jerk is dead.

We took,
the bastard out,
crack a beer,
it’s time to shout.
Ding dong,
thank God he’s finally dead.

He’s gone,
where he belongs,
Below ... below ... below.

Yo-ho,
let's raise a glass,
we finally,
nailed his ass,
we’re so glad
Bin Laden’s finally dead

Friday
Jan142011

Jade Desroches: Can't-miss kid about to add to family's legacy

The first time I met Jade Desrochers was five years ago. I was helping coach the Enosburg girls basketball team at the time and was running a summer open gym.

I remember four or five kids showed up, most of whom I knew. There was one kid whom I did not know.

She was 4-foot-nothing. The ball seemed bigger than her.

I turned to one of the girls and asked: "Who invited the fourth grader?"

The girl stared at me with a look of disbelief.

"You don't know who that is? That's Jade Desroches," came the hushed reply, revealing in its tone a level of reverance that surprised me.

Five minutes later, I was in awe, too.

I've told this story so many times I'm sure I've added to the legend, but what I remember is this little wisp of a child walking over to the ball rack, bouncing the ball a couple of times, toeing the 3-point line, a little hop, followed by a big push from a slender right arm and ending with a delicate flick of the wrist. Swish.

Seconds later, from a little further back on the opposite side of the floor. Swish. And it continued. Little further back. Swish. 

I lost count after five straight as I was too busy picking my jaw up from off the floor.

I later learned that she was the cousin of Lindsey Larivee - who was heading into her sophomore season with the Hornets after a brilliant freshman campaign that ended with a state title. Larivee had a great shooting stroke, too.

But Desroches, even though she was heading into her eighth grade, was better (at least on that day) and I told her so. And I told her to tell Lindsey. The aghast look on her face told me she wasn't about to do that.

In hindsight, I learned a lot about Jade that day - that she's a quiet kid, but prideful. That she's a tremendously talented athlete, but humble. That she comes from a great basketball family, but she is now, as she was then, eager to make her own mark.

And tonight, with any luck, she will do just that when she becomes the fourth Enosburg girls basketball player - and fifth member of the Larose family - to reach the 1,000-point plateau.

To read more about Jade and her quest to reach 1,000, here's a link to a story I wrote on Examiner.com.

SHAWN CORROW, when he's not being very happy for a really nice kid from a fine family, is owner of Cold Hollow Photography and a freelance photo journalist. He maintains this blog, his photo website www.coldhollowphoto.com and you can follow him on Facebook (Shawn Corrow) and Twitter @scorrow or you can email him at shawn@coldhollowphoto.com

 

 

Tuesday
Mar092010

Have you seen my keys?

The good news? I'm finally over my cold.

The bad news? Apparently, I've lost my mind.

And my keys.

The following is a true story.

I worked a desk shift at the Freeps tonight. So I parked my car downtown. I fumbled around for some change. I got out of my car and walked about five feet to the parking meter. I took my laptop bag and my lunch out of the car and then I locked the car.

OK, I tried to lock the car. But that's not a good idea if you don't have your keys.

So let me review. Somehow I lost a set of keys (about a half-dozen) on a large key ring in/around my car in the time it takes to walk five feet.

I looked for a solid 20 minutes in, out, on top of and even under my car. I emptied out both my lunch bag and my lap top bag. Twice. I checked my pockets 17 times. Nothing.

I even enlisted a co-worker to help me go back to the car and we both repeated the search. Nada.

My loving wife drove an hour to give me my spare key and she resumed the search. Zilch.

Soooooo ...

One of three things happened. Someone stole my keys. I put my keys some place inside my car, my bags or my body (Yikes!) that it either so obvious or so remote that it obscures them totally or my keys were sucked through a space/time vortex.

I vote for option three. I'm sure someone on some other planet suddenly had a set of keys on a Red Sox key chain turn up unexpectedly and they are writing a blog about the strangest thing to happen to them in a long, long time.

At any rate, if you find my keys ... or my mind, let me know.

On an unrelated note, tomorrow (today?) OK, Tuesday I will resume editing photos taken over last couple of weeks, including the BFA girls hockey championship photos and the MVU boys hockey and boys basketball semifinal photos.

If you want to be notified when they are posted, shoot me an email or leave a comment.