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BOULDER, Colo. - A man suspected in the slaying of 6-year-old beauty queen JonBenet Ramsey nearly a decade ago was arrested Wednesday in Thailand, the district attorney said in the long-awaited breakthrough in one of the nation's most lurid unsolved murder cases.

District Attorney Mary Lacey said the arrest followed several months of work. She disclosed no details about the suspect before a news conference scheduled for Thursday.

CBS reported that he is a 41-year-old second-grade teacher and will be brought back to the United States this weekend. Federal officials, speaking on condition of anonymity, said the man was already being held in Bangkok on unrelated sex charges.

Ramsey family attorney Lin Wood said in Atlanta that the arrest was vindication for JonBenet's parents, John and Patsy Ramsey, who came under suspicion in the slaying.

Absolutely.

There's so many great lines in that movie, it was hard to pick just one.

I remembered the Dalton brothers quote, but not the rest of them.

The Sons of Katie Elder

Frank here was staring at a white picket fence. Now he's single, he's broke, and has second degree burns all over his body, and I see a spark in his eye that I haven't seen in fifteen years.

A 74-year old Ohio woman has had the same personalized license plate for the past ten years. Every year she's had it renewed by mail with no problem...until now.

This year the Great State of Ohio, in the person of the Department of Motor Vehicles (Motto: We can keep you here all freaking day if we feel like it!) informed her that she could not renew her plate and in fact, she would have to give it up because it had been judged to be obscene.

This is her license plate:

Now to her these initials stood for Northwood Tree Farm, a business that she had owned with her late husband, but to the sharp-eyed defenders of public decency in Columbus, it meant something completely different.

Baffled, she visited her local DMV office to inquire as to what could possibly be obscene about these four letters. The helpful clerk whispered to her that in the cyber-world, "NWTF" stands for "now what the f***", of course. Her reaction" "You gotta be kidding me." The Ohio DMV, not known for their sense of humor except when it comes to making fun of drivers license photos, told her she could appeal the decision, which she is planning to do. In my personal experience of almost 40 years dealing with these DMV drones, I don't give her much of a chance to win.

By the way, this fine lady's name is (I swear I am not making this up) Pat Niple.

I wonder if the state would let her have her last name on her license plate?

Congrats!

I've been playing golf for over 40 years and come close a few times, but never made one.

The drinks are on you.

So what do you think? Are you looking forward to seeing this movie? Do you have no intention of seeing it? Is it too early? Would it ever be the"right time?"

I know the story is more about rescuing two guys buried in the rubble and we already know how that comes out, but I don't know if I want to pay money to watch something I feel like I've already seen a thousand times.

Hmmm,

That picture of Captain Jack Sparrow looks kind of familiar. Now where have I seen that before?

You don't remember the old Beatles cartoon show, Kathy?

Actually it wasn't too bad for a Saturday morning cartoon. I seem to remember it was similar to what the Monkees show was like - goofy plots and a couple of songs thrown in here and there. There was usually a sing-along thing where they'd show the lyrics to the song so you could - sing along.

I don't think it lasted very long.

I wonder how much Visa will get in royalties!

The real question is:

How much did VISA pay Hasbro for this "product placement" (aka advertisement) in their Monopoly games.

The next step is probably Hilton hotels and houses from Century 21.

Our troop was at camp last week too.

This is Camp Grimes in western North Carolina, but it looks almost like the same place.

I don't stay these days. I just drive the bus.

On the question of who's hot in this flick. it's no contest

If you grew up in the Southeast, especially the Carolinas, you've probably been to Myrtle Beach, SC at least once. If you've been to Myrtle Beach, you've probably been to the Pavilion at least once. At 8th Avenue and Ocean Boulevard, it's been the heart of Myrtle Beach since 1948.

There's been a pavilion on this site since 1900, when the Burroughs family decided to turn this mostly deserted strip of sand into the "Coney Island of the South." The previous structures all burned down, but the current one was built to last. It was one of the few buildings to survive the legendary Hurricane Hazel in 1954, which wiped out almost everything on the beach from Wilmington to Pawley's Island.

My first visit to the Pavilion was in the summer of 1961 and I thought it was the coolest place I'd ever seen. We were much less sophisticated in those days. The downstairs was all games, mostly of the pinball variety and the old baseball games where you hit a real little ball with a real little bat instead of manipulating a CGI version of Barry Bonds. Across the street were the amusement park rides. The teenagers hung out at the Attic upstairs where you could shag to the Chairmen of the Board, the Catalinas, the Embers or one of the many versions of the Drifters. It was one of the few places (maybe the only one) where kids under 18 could go hear live music in those days. One of the great things to do was just hang out on the upstairs deck and watch the girls walking up and down Ocean Boulevard. You could make a whole night out of that.

This is the last summer for the Myrtle Beach Pavilion. It closes September 30 for good and then it comes down, to be replaced by "mixed-use development," which will more than likely be another high-rise hotel or condo building. Another part of my childhood gone forever. You can't blame the owners, I guess. The place has been losing money for years as more attractions out on the highway have siphoned off business.

Next week I'm going to pay my respects before the wrecking ball comes, and take my kids to see it. I'm sure they'll think it's hopelessly out-dated like everything older than the 1990's. I won't see it as a 58-year old building that's showing it's age. I'll see it as it was in the summer of 1967, when a 14-year old boy spent $2.00 on the ten cent skee-ball game to win a teddy bear for a girl whose name has been long forgotten.

You can't tear down the memories.

Bill Paxton

Apollo 13

Kevin Bacon

Do I? Yeah, too much probably. And maybe I blame twi too much. Or maybe not. On second thought, the hell with 'em.

Postcards and letters

And pictures made to last forever

To be boxed up and tossed away

Knick knacks and souvenirs

In an afternoon, they're out of here

They'll disappear without a trace

But what they mean to me

Can never be replaced

I can't unthink about you

I can't unfeel your touch

I can't unhear all the words

Unsay all the things

That used to mean so much

I wish I could unremember

Everything my heart's been through

I'm finding out it's impossible to do

Oh, it's no use

I can't unlove you

Interstates and old songs

Like time they go on and on

I guess I could learn to do the same

I could wake up without you

These two arms not around you

Tell myself it's meant to be this way

No matter how I try

Some things I can't change

I can't unthink about you

I can't unfeel your touch

I can't unhear all the words

Unsay all the things

That used to mean so much

I wish I could unremember

Everything my heart's been through

I'm finding out it's impossible to do

Oh, it's no use

I can't unlove you

I wish I could unremember

Everything my heart's been through

I'm finding out it's impossible to do

Oh, oh, it's no use

I can't unlove you

-Kenny Rogers

I would have liked less Johnny Depp and more Keira Knightley.

A lot more!!!

Mayberry Days is September 21-24 in the big city of Mt. Airy.

Last time I went, I got to meet Goober and Charlene Darling. Now that was a thrill.

Bingo!

Close, but not quite.

Women need a reason for having sex, men just need a place.

That sounds like the John Wayne/Maureen O'Hara classic "The Quiet Man."

I could write a freaking book on this subject, but it still makes me mad as hell after almost 30 years.

It cost me somebody who was not only the love of my life, but also the best friend I've ever had.

My personal favorite is "Fire That Consumes, Sword That Divides, and Storm That Melts Mountains."

That sounds like it came right out of "Lord of the Rings."

I'm not sure how this could be considered "barbaric." Now in the old days of the ball and chain and breaking rocks just for punishment, you might have a point.

Down here in North Carolina, we still have some of the old "work farms" like in "O Brother Where Art Thou" or "Cool Hand Luke." Personally, since my state tax dollars are going to house and feed these guys, they ought to be doing something to give back a little.

I'm afraid the days of Otis letting himself into the jail cell for the night are long gone.

From what little I've watched, there seems to be absolutely no consistency in the foul calls. One guy gets stomped into the ground and nothing gets called, then a few minutes later one guy barely bumps the other one and there's the ref waving his little cards in the air. That's got to be one of the goofiest looking things in sports.

I did watch some of the Mexico-Argentina game on the Spanish channel. Now that was cool. You talk about some announcers getting wound up, those guys were wired. I had absolutely no idea what they were screaming about but it was fun to listen to for a while.

Another fine showing by the United States

0 wins + 2 losses + 1 tie = 1 trip home

Losing to Ghana?