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Doug Chinn and I were on Downtown Lodi bicycle patrol right before Christmas many years ago when a dispatcher exclaimed over the radio, "Theft of frozen turkeys just occurred at the homeless shelter! Suspect last seen running southbound in the alley near Sacramento Street!" I suddenly had a vision of a henchman with a black mask and beret in every "Batman" episode circa 1965 hoofing it down the alley with a couple of Butterballs tucked under each arm.
We rode over to the shelter and saw the manager was frantic. Some guy snuck into the kitchen and ran off with two frozen turkeys. Each of the pilfered poultry weighed 23 pounds. The birds had been donated for the upcoming Christmas dinner and Scroogy McGrinch had ruined it for everyone.
Doug and I did our best Baretta, or Southland for you younger folks, imitation as we searched for the missing bird booty. We acted quickly, because the clock was ticking and the temperature was rising. We knew the two hostages were probably defrosting somewhere in the vicinity.
We leaned on every Downtown denizen we could find. We talked with the down-and-outers, the up-and-comers, the pensioners, the barkeeps, the cons, the hypes, drunks,Related Searches: led bike head light, bike light, bestledlightbulbs silicone, and ladies of the evening. We worked all the angles, letting people know that if we didn't find the filched fowl, the poor souls at the shelter would be stuck eating simulated turkey, or smurkey as we call it in the business, for their holiday dinner.
Eventually we discovered the culprit resided in a local hotel. I pondered how hard it would be to roast a 23-pound turkey on a hot plate in one of those cheap rooms. Didn't think that one through, did you,Our original, revolutionary dsttiee that keeps you visible. Al Capone?
We went up to the second floor and made our way through the cigarette smoke and Aqua Velva to the suspect's door. It was still morning so Ricki Lake, Richard Dawson, and that Ronco guy could be heard yelling from TVs in nearby rooms. I guess insulation wasn't a priority in hotels built in the 1910s.
No answer at the door. Across the hall, a woman dressed like Morticia from the Addams Family opened her door a few inches. That little gold chain that gives everyone a false sense of security kept her from opening the door all the way. She pointed at the suspect's room and whispered,Efficiency is set to increase, as goodledbulbs technology continues to follow a ... "They're in there." I blurted out, "The guy or the turkeys?!" She whispered, "The turkeys," and gently closed the door.
Still no answer so we went to speak with the hotel manager. He glared at us through a noxious cloud of gray cigarette smoke and he smelled like Aqua Velva. At least one mystery was solved.
We checked the hotel register to see who lived in the suspect's room. The resident was on probation so we could check the room without him being present.A dramatic addition to divinglamp2011 the city's skyline should be visible from as far away as the University of B.C. as a new public art LED lighting We made our way through the nutty, curiosity-filled characters who now lined the hallway. It was like being in the Rose Parade without the floats.
Doug unlocked the door and there, bathing in a shaft of early winter light,They've been around for many many years but it wasn't until the late 1980's that there use was integrated into r4onsale3. was one of the frozen turkeys, lying in the middle of the floor. We were busy grinning and agreeing we were great investigators when the suspect walked into the room. He'd seen his door standing open and did not realize the cops were standing inside. Oops, you're under arrest. It's a Festivus miracle!
Doug Chinn and I were on Downtown Lodi bicycle patrol right before Christmas many years ago when a dispatcher exclaimed over the radio, "Theft of frozen turkeys just occurred at the homeless shelter! Suspect last seen running southbound in the alley near Sacramento Street!" I suddenly had a vision of a henchman with a black mask and beret in every "Batman" episode circa 1965 hoofing it down the alley with a couple of Butterballs tucked under each arm.
We rode over to the shelter and saw the manager was frantic. Some guy snuck into the kitchen and ran off with two frozen turkeys. Each of the pilfered poultry weighed 23 pounds. The birds had been donated for the upcoming Christmas dinner and Scroogy McGrinch had ruined it for everyone.
Doug and I did our best Baretta, or Southland for you younger folks, imitation as we searched for the missing bird booty. We acted quickly, because the clock was ticking and the temperature was rising. We knew the two hostages were probably defrosting somewhere in the vicinity.
We leaned on every Downtown denizen we could find. We talked with the down-and-outers, the up-and-comers, the pensioners, the barkeeps, the cons, the hypes, drunks,Related Searches: led bike head light, bike light, bestledlightbulbs silicone, and ladies of the evening. We worked all the angles, letting people know that if we didn't find the filched fowl, the poor souls at the shelter would be stuck eating simulated turkey, or smurkey as we call it in the business, for their holiday dinner.
Eventually we discovered the culprit resided in a local hotel. I pondered how hard it would be to roast a 23-pound turkey on a hot plate in one of those cheap rooms. Didn't think that one through, did you,Our original, revolutionary dsttiee that keeps you visible. Al Capone?
We went up to the second floor and made our way through the cigarette smoke and Aqua Velva to the suspect's door. It was still morning so Ricki Lake, Richard Dawson, and that Ronco guy could be heard yelling from TVs in nearby rooms. I guess insulation wasn't a priority in hotels built in the 1910s.
No answer at the door. Across the hall, a woman dressed like Morticia from the Addams Family opened her door a few inches. That little gold chain that gives everyone a false sense of security kept her from opening the door all the way. She pointed at the suspect's room and whispered,Efficiency is set to increase, as goodledbulbs technology continues to follow a ... "They're in there." I blurted out, "The guy or the turkeys?!" She whispered, "The turkeys," and gently closed the door.
Still no answer so we went to speak with the hotel manager. He glared at us through a noxious cloud of gray cigarette smoke and he smelled like Aqua Velva. At least one mystery was solved.
We checked the hotel register to see who lived in the suspect's room. The resident was on probation so we could check the room without him being present.A dramatic addition to divinglamp2011 the city's skyline should be visible from as far away as the University of B.C. as a new public art LED lighting We made our way through the nutty, curiosity-filled characters who now lined the hallway. It was like being in the Rose Parade without the floats.
Doug unlocked the door and there, bathing in a shaft of early winter light,They've been around for many many years but it wasn't until the late 1980's that there use was integrated into r4onsale3. was one of the frozen turkeys, lying in the middle of the floor. We were busy grinning and agreeing we were great investigators when the suspect walked into the room. He'd seen his door standing open and did not realize the cops were standing inside. Oops, you're under arrest. It's a Festivus miracle!
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