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Photo finish Friday: “the Cop Cab”

Is it a cop car?

Is it a cop car?

Is it a cab?

Is it a cab?

Is it a Halloween prank?

Is it a Halloween prank?

It is not a prank. It is the Knoxville Police Department’s attempt to educate people on the cost of drinking a driving. They contacted cab companies for the fare rate. They talked to defense lawyers for their prices to defend people charged with DUI (Driving Under the Influence). They contacted bail bond companies to get their price for a bond to get out of jail after being arrested but before being tried. The rest of the numbers come from Tennessee Code Annotated and the District Attorney’s office. What is painted on the hood of the car is the average cost of all those items. All this for a total cost of $18,815.

The average taxi cab fare: $2.00 a mile.

Which would you want to pay?

Might be better of to ride with “tha funk.” http://talltalestogo.wordpress.com/2014/10/03/photo-finish-friday-ride-along/

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Photo finish Friday: “The last straw”

Happy Bale-o-ween or is that Straw-o-latern?

Happy Bale-o-ween or is that Straw-o-latern?

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Photo finish Friday: “Ride along”

What better to do on a rainy, football-gameday weekend?

What better to do on a rainy, football-gameday weekend?

–Photo taken by Beth Booker

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Photo finish Friday: “Missing”

Lost souls? Lost comma? Lost apostrophe? Oh, heavens.

Lost souls? Lost comma? Lost apostrophe? Oh, heavens.

If you have read Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss, you know the power of the comma, the apostrophe, and other well-placed parts of punctuation. Far be it for me to comment on a man’s beliefs (Okay, maybe not that far be it.), but in this case, I think it is more a matter of the missing-in-action comma and apostrophe. As it is, this church signage can lead one to believe this church is devoted to deprogramming the devout, to redirecting the religiously inclined, to subduing the souls of those who believe.

The name of the church, which is Christian, would make more sense if the sign read, “Overcoming, Believers’ Church.” As it is, the name, particularly in large white letters on a large slate-gray building (the photo only shows a part of the church exterior) looks a bit like something out of the X-Files. The aliens have stolen our apostrophes!

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Photo finish Friday: “Morning glory”

Dark blue Morning Glory

Dark blue Morning Glory

Light blue Morning Glories

Light blue Morning Glories

Morning glory, what’s your story?

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Photo finish Friday: “A lot of hot air”

"Get up in the air you gas bag and fight like a balloon!"

“Get up in the air you gas bag and fight like a balloon!”

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Photo finish Friday: “Bizarre, Zany, Supernatural!”

And so the story goes....

And so the story goes….

Submitted for your approval, one used paperback found in one used book stall in one place specializing in the bizarre, zany, supernatural. Such a book stall may be miles away or it may be just around the corner from your where you live or it may be even closer, as close as your imagination, for you have just crossed over into… The Twilight Zone.

Act I: One More Pallbearer

A prop woman readied the coffin. At the behest of the director, she walked up and down the length of the three-foot deep grave, adjusting the bier’s position beside the hole and trying not to knock free any of the flat-black paint sprayed on the soil to give it depth.

“No, no. A little more to the right, babe. There you go, that’s it.” T. Xavier Gabriel glanced through the camera’s viewfinder and clapped his hands.

“Okay, people, places everybody. Time is on the short.” He checked the filter on one of the cameras as four banks of Klieg lights were turned on and three separate lights repositioned.

“Hey, dim the lights,” Gabriel said. “This is supposed to be a night scene: Night scene. See the stars.” He pointed skyward, but saw instead that it was overcast with lightning dancing among the clouds.

“Damn,” he muttered.

Several of the crew laughed lowly.

He shook his head. Another snafu in the making. “Damn. Goddamn.”

Gabriel glanced at his watch: 11:47 p.m. Post mortem. Pre migraine. Petty and mundane. He stomped his foot. It was a child-like gesture, but nothing adult-like was working now or for any part of 1985 that he’d directly had a hand in.

“Places everybody. Places. We shoot in fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes. Places.” The assistant director loped around waving a flashlight and a clipboard. “Time is on the short.”

Gabriel smiled. It was a stiff, brittle, unsure smile: a guest at the funeral home smile. “Time is on the short” was his personal euphemism for running into overtime, something he had been crucified for more than once. He rubbed his forehead and wondered if he’d ever get back to Hollywood, or if he’d spend the rest of his life in commercials, talking to semi trained mammals and now mimics of a dead man.

He glanced at the crumpled note still wadded in his hand. His ex-wife could find him anywhere. Two hours earlier he’d made the mistake of answering the phone.

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