From: owner-apple-tree-digest@smoe.org (apple-tree-digest) To: apple-tree-digest@smoe.org Subject: apple-tree-digest V1 #41 Reply-To: apple-tree@smoe.org Sender: owner-apple-tree-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-apple-tree-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk apple-tree-digest Sunday, September 6 1998 Volume 01 : Number 041 Today's Subjects: ----------------- I feel the need to speak of many words... [Jonathon Stooner Subject: I feel the need to speak of many words... First off, I apologize for this severe cross-posting, but this is really bugging me and the only way I'll stop thinking about it is if I vent... The place: Bruswick Via Linda Lanes, Scottsdale, Arizona; my place of business... The time: appx. 1 AM Friday Night/Saturday Morning... The event: Desert Mountain High School "Project Graduation" Fund-raising Cosmic event. Workers present: Desk Clerk, 2 DJs, Mechanic, myself, and a local police officer. Sure, it seems innocent enough at first sight, but the one thing that just does NOT happen EVER at a bowling alley took place at this very time that I speak. Let me explain a little bit about the said high school. Desert Mountain High School is the BRAND NEW High School that opened no more than a 1/4 mile from my house...and when I say new, I mean their parking lot doesn't even have skid marks on them yet. And among all things, this is a high school for the upper-crust portion of town, where the parents pay for everything from the cars they drive to the beer they drink...and among all that, the CD of choice is the latest 'gangsta rap,' and not even Will Smith made the top 5 in the area...okay, enough background... I came with a point... At said approximation, a call was made up to the desk for a problem with a lane, more specific, a bowling balls stopped in the middle of the lane. With the DJs busy with the Limbo and hula-hoop contests, that left one person to get the calls: the mechanic. And as he's going out to this lane, one of the people threw a ball down the lane DIRECTED at him. The sound of the bowling ball and hand sandwich echoed under the blaring Jimmy Page/"puff Daddy" Godzilla song...of course no one outside the 2-lane radius paid attention to it because the sound was nearly similar to that of a bowling ball against the pins. The kids, knowing full well the outcome, made like a bat out of fiery hell out the door breezing past the officer unnoticed. The DJs only saw him jet down the gutters of the lanes, knocking over a few people in his way, to get to the sink of the snack bar to wash off the blood and calm the sweeling of whatever broken bones were in his hand. A co-worker who just walked in to pick up his check rushed him to the emergancy room a quarter mile from the bowling alley. The officer, bewildered, ran outside to see if he could notice the person who did this atrocity to him, but by the time that the officer realized what went down, the kids were probably already across the street or hiden away in the vast bushes of the near-by apartment complex. The upper-class part of town... And I know for a damn good fact that these are not how the kids 'round here are raised. This is the part of town that the middle class gets jealous of, and supposed role-models for the lower-class children. But here we got a couple of, I think it is safe to assume High School Seniors, from this general area would stoop to that low and injure someone as totally innocent as the one who is rarly seen up front with the business of the lanes. What kind of example does that set for this part of town? That a community that is usually taught the general ways of respect to elders, would do something this henious in front of their peers and the victim of their crimes is a man no more than ten years older then them. Respect. Does that word hold any meaning to anyone any more? I have always been disgusted with the output of the local teens around here, but the only reason I had was because they drive like psychos and their bass of their music could literally be heard a mile out. But when I phsycially see something like this happen to a friend in this manner, you begin to wonder whether these are just spoiled rich kids or uncontrolable morons that are given the money to keep them out of the hair of the parents. Beautiful Sunsets... Even more beautiful-looking lightening storms... Mountains in any direction you look... A great place to launch a business... All great reasons to come to Phoenix, but I think that more could be said about the people who live here and the way of life that they choose to live... To those of you who stuck around, thank you for listening to my words, I needed to get that off my chest so badly............... Too Venting To Think, Jonathon Stooner - -- *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "So, you're an American, eh?" "No, I'm CANADIAN. It's like the american, but without the gun." - David Foley, Kids In The Hall - ---BEGIN FUMBLECODE BLOCK--- Version: 3.0b [TC1.0a] FuED exfe a+++ Itch lus r++ ps++ bs+ C++ w++ p# LF+ N+++ cd#+ s pr++ g! S- x? Fa? m+ b fc E+ rl! d+ - ----END FUMBLECODE BLOCK---- ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ------------------------------ End of apple-tree-digest V1 #41 *******************************