Norman/Norma/Nora/Normandy

Normandy is "back". Maybe it never left; just biding its time. Wilson Pharmacy had a speaker from the animal shelter/dog pound up the hill from their pharmacy. The attendants were asked to bring dog food, and the speaker talked about the sleeping arrangements and the food and we were well informed on how the animals were taken very good care of until they were "put to sleep." Right before my exhusband died, the pharmacy in Elizabethton where I was working was selling big white stuffed animals. The pharmacist was married to Roy from the military. Roy with the Vegas white tigers was on the news around that time; and the famous pilot disappeared in the Vegas area, Steve F. Really interesting thing, the pilot on Petticoat Junction was named Steve. Steve from a local pharmacy wanted the entire department to eat at a BBQ place next to the trailer sales. He bought a house on Green Valley; the same name as the psychiatric hospital in Greeneville, TN, birthplace of a president. Obama ate at Roy's in Chicago the night before the convention, and there was a Wyeth executive at Bob's funeral from Chicago. There was blood on the mattress that I had taken to the county dump. Was it a good meal for the lovely white tigers? There is another pharmacist in the area whose brother is a vet, and I think her dad worked for the university business dept. Vic in Florida was also arrested for dog fighting during that time, and the TV clips showed the dog carcus's being slung by hooks everywhere. Mark says that he used to work in the dog pound and they call it "you stab em, we slab em." Assembly line style. I think the real problem is maybe the country never left Normandy at all; the attitudes are like a fungus, relentless, lurking about waiting to grow at the right moment. Opportunistic. Elmhurst Drive where I grew up--a memorial elm tree was planted at the Oklahoma city bombing site, Rotherwood owned by an OBGYN is next to Big Elm; the hearst is always lurking about. A technician Tom that I worked with at the hospital now works for Merrill Lynch behind the employee that handled my retirement rollover after my exhusband arranged it. He told me before I left the hospital that German is the new up and coming language of the finance world. That would certainly fit; I think a frank is a term in German currency. Fits nicely into the Valley of the Dolls, Charles Manson world of blood gushing down the walls. When I started with CVS, a girl with the same name as Tom's wife started married to Tommy whom she said rode motorcycles. My youngest daughter met a Tom also at Thelma Alley's trailer at the back entrance to the state park next to the RR track. She said he was a dirt bike rider. My oldest daughter just called and said that she is taking insurance classes either locally or in Knoxville soon. I went to a CE meeting at a church on Princeton across from Merrill Lynch that featured a speaker Glenn from Knoxville more than one year before I was told it moved to the library. The day that John Glenn had a car accident going the wrong way on an exit ramp, my first prescription of the day was from Laurel OBGYN in Knoxville for Boniva (the bones); the last prescription of the day was a transfer from Hilliard,OH. The pharmacist from there made certain that I knew they were just outside of Columbus. When CNN announced the accident, Laurel had just called and asked for a recommendation for her stomach. I told her prilosec but she decided on Tums for $1.00. There was a trailer in front of the Elizabethton pharmacy doing gift wrap for $1.00 when I started there. The pharmacist was on the national commercials on CNN. Sometimes the swoop and squat insurance commercials were shown around this time. I have seen neither in quite some time. There was a huge fuss at my youngest daughter's school over $1 and a cheerleaders things being trashed at a ballgame; she was heavily questioned because someone "saw her in the area." I was working at the time with a Linda and Candy. Linda, her MD husband with Eastman, and her 4 blonde haired daughters I heard moved to Texas. The FBI agent Linda was shot in the Home Depot parking lot in Virginia. Janet at Kroger next to the university showed me her brochure for the CE meeting that moved to the library; she has a daughter in Texas right outside Oklahoma City and said her dad was involved in the Kingsport strike but did not go back in to work until it was over. The Oklahoma City bombing was on my dad's birthday, and so was Waco. The old pressman's home locally burned on his birthday weekend also. I have said it before and will continue to say it. Some little sugar princess do whatever they want and sugar daddy does their dishes for them so they can get right back at it again. They have no regard for their road kill, destroy entire families and friends to get where they are going. There was a wife of an OBGYN connected to the Mead factory family on my street growing up who said that she organized a church trip to Alaska; my impression of this trip is that it is more along the lines of the road trip from hell. My cousin from the navy named her children after the local church went when I was small. One of the names is Daniella pronounced Danyella. The county attorney goes there; his name is Street and he has a daughter with a similar name. A customer with the same name as the county attorney brought in a prescription to the pharmacy right after I showed the techs the Weichart realty magnet that came with an address on the same road as the realty company. There is a very large Weichart sign at the end of my aunt's street where my cousin also lived for over a year when she moved back to the area; the one on I26 was taken down after I mentioned to Bea O. in Bristol,Va. that it had the symbol of a bee on it. Don't worry; I am going. I can say "goodbye and good riddance" to a bunch of extremely disgusting sicko people in a sicko situation. There is a pharmacist from Saltville,Va in the area with many OBGYN connections; there was an attorney general Roy in that area dealing with issues involving underage children. I was assigned one day in Gate City, home of Virginia's attorney general according to the sign, when Roy called, a friend of the technician there. Roy gets around. Al Gore has an assisstant Roy Neal who was on the AP news the first weekend my son met his girlfriend in Nashville.
Our dog was originally named Princeton when he was given to us but I changed his name to Winston from a picture in an LLBean catalog that I had seen earlier. He was purchased in the big S curve on Gibson Mill road near the hospital. I was buying dog food in the grocery store recently and ran into a local politician who has a very large sign in that curve; he asked me if I was buying my dinner. (He also married a lady his first marriage with his exact same name, first and last, before marriage.) There is another big S curve next to the methodist church in front of BelAir. Life is a blast to have such choices---Green Valley, dog food. The lovely world of the Valley of the Dolls. Spa World with a Broad Street BBQ right in front of it/the hearst and the psych. hospital lurking about. Maybe I will be fortunate enough to find a place in the world somewhere where the hearst and the psych ward is not lurking about, if there is such a place left; where people do not use and disrupt the lives of others,including children, for their self centered, gold star craving "Roe v Wade hero wannabee" agendas. If things go bad, they just call sugar daddy to throw a little money in someone's face and make their little "zit" go away so that they can be all "cutsie" again and no one will ever know it was there. (Women's Cascade Group, Washington)