spongebob fools in april

APRIL FOOLS

Kate Smith - God Bless America

BEING PATRIOTIC IS NVEVER OUT OF FASHION

L'Chaim !

My dears, as I start the second day of the third year of the sixth decade on this earth, I am a bit full of self.

Saturday past, I was taken away from my labours by a mate to a lovely hotel.  The room was quite grand, the company superior and the meal and potables hit the spot.  Add in a little fruit machine action and one can easily see that this old geezer celebrated the start of another year in high fashion.

LIFE, what a precious gift it be.  Driven home by the recent stay in hospital by me flatmate, Paul.  His COPD has got the best of him and he is not tethered to a long hose that delivers air to 24/7.  Years of having a gasp have caught up with.  Paul is not one to be ill with grace, he tends to feel put upon and has hard time accepting the change in his health.  Perhaps in time he will come round and accept the limits placed on.  Has to, when you consider the alternative.

This old geezer feels old as dirt, the rich kind that brings forth life.  Whole of life has prepared MOI for being able to. May well be some who would like to hurl dirt back at, but think of what can be done with mud??

The newly planted flowers took a hit during the weekend.  Some evil bugger thought it cute to stomp down the lovely flowers.  More's the pity that beauty makes some rail against.  Will just have to fix the damage.

"How are things going at the 'gay' Villa?"; was asked by a former tenant to one still living at the Linda Villa.  What a laugh.  How did making pretty become so 'gay'?  Right odd how evil creatures love to try and piss all over ones they so do not understand.  Mind, what will the poor bugger say when the buildings are re-painted in bright Pink?  You do realize I am putting you on right?

Truth be told, this old geezer is going to continue leading as active a life as possible.  What wondrous things could be achieved if the lazy layabouts on road and in community would try to do likewise.  How horrid that some are willing to let life pass by.

There you have it, another reportage from MOI.  Now to put away the party favours and get to work on the block party to come...

Happy Birthday

MY SPECIAL SONG ON MY SPECIAL DAY...ACTUALLY A BIT EARLY, IT IS SUNDAY.

SHAMELESS ADVERT

A birthday, as the term implies, is the anniversary of the particular day on which a person was born. Though by no means universal, birthdays are celebrated in numerous cultures, often with a party or, in some instances, a rite of passage.

The birthday cake is traditionally highly decorated, and typically covered with lit candles when presented, the number of candles signifying the age of the celebrant. The person whose birthday it is may make a silent wish and then blow out the candles. After that, the person can open their presents. It is also common for the person celebrating their birthday to cut the initial piece of the cake as a newlywed couple might with a wedding cake.


In addition to parties, it is common for people to receive gifts on their birthdays or surprise parties. The popular gifts include books, jewellery, clothes, flowers, technical devices, etc. However, sometimes it is expected of the person celebrating their birthday to treat their party guests instead; this varies depending on the local culture and may involve party gifts or other gestures, for example inviting to the restaurant or bar, arranging party at home, or at work.

Tradition....

With this old geezer, it is tradition to place shameless adverts on website and see how many buy into the advert.  Who does not like many gaily wrapped packages presented to?

Being that MOI has been told how evil he be, there may not be a slew of gaily wrapped packages presented to.  Truth be told, even the hint from one that a cake will be made is not taken seriously.

No, this old geezer will go out and purchase a cake.  A superior cake, with loads of creamy icing on top of a white, cream filled cake.

As always, the ones who have suffered this old geezer longest, will rise to the ocassion and present tokens to.  Have no doubt that I shall be gobsmacked by the kindness shown.

Sunday be the event.  There is a song in the air, a hint of things to come and always the cardfs sent that will bring joy to me special day.

Mind, if any reading are moved by this shameless advert and want to add to the day by gifting, never let it be said that MOI is not open armed...

Now where did that bucket go for the water to throw on cake fire????

I Have A Dream (ABBA) - from "The Late, Late Breakfast Show" - STEREO

WE HAVE DREAMS - DO YOU GET THEM TO COME TRUE?
DO YOU TRY? I DO.

WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

Dear reader, pray indulge this old geezer this morn.  The post you are about to read is a bit heavy to some taste, sadly, a night of thinking on has not changed the content much and I hop from me cot to this machine with the mindset to write as it flows forth. Will promose you an interesting read, and as always a moral to the story told.

You being 'au fait' with Murray, know that it is he featured in the snap above.  Have no recall who the lovely lady be, just that she attended the Ice Cream Social in August when the snap was taken.

Murray.   How does one define him proper?  Two things you have to lock in on.  Firstly, Murray is in love with ciggies.  The bloody fags will be the death of him and the second hand smoke will kill all round.  Seems that every hour of every day is filled with a fag in his hand.   It is one thing to have a gasp, quite another to be attacked to a smoke machine all day.

The second, and perhaps most important thing to note is that Murray loves to be loved.  He basks in the glow of approval of folks round.  With a quick smile and firm hand shake, Murray tries to make all who come upon take a shine to.  Truth be told, it works a bit too well and the not so lovely folks met from time to time, set eyes on trying to part Murray from what lucre he has in pocket book.  Be in in cash or becoming a renter who will not pay rent.

Harsh as it sounds, it does feel at times as if Murray has a neon sign over head that bad folks see.  The sign says to them that he can be had.  How else to explain so many going bad on the chap?

Murray will tells you that he rode into town some 7 years ago with the expectation that he would purchase some property at good prices, provide low cost housing for good folks and turn a few quid profit.  Murray says that at the start, other owners toxic properties bought 'at a good price' provided a sound basis for building a local land empire.  With close to 100 units, Murray was becoming 'King of the Mountain' of the low end rental trade.  If you listen long enough, Murray tells you many tales of the early glory days.

Truth be told, there must be something to the tales, as some seven years have passed since he landed in the community AND he is still here.  Not as big a landlord as once was and most assuradely, not as profitable.  The years and the renters have not been kind to.  Shift in the economic scene has made property less of value and made the sins of past renters come home to haunt big time.

Murray is a man filled with dreams.   Big Dreams.  Dreams of doing good and righting wrong.   Murray has a vision in his head that never quite caught on.  Not being able to articulate that dream being the primary cause of its death.  That is where this old geezer comes in.

Yesterday afternoon saw Murray in court to file legal action against a tenant.  The 62nd case against a tenant of his in 7 years of doing business.  Think on that, 62 times Murray has had to go to court to rid self of a bad tenant. 62 times.

The case before the court yesterday was of a husband and wife who had not paid rent for 5 months.  Story after story, lie after lie.  Mind, past management thought this renter was 'a lovely person' and Murray ignored the past history of non payment of rent and eviction in the past.  The non paying renters did not show in court, a judgment was awarded to Kay Properties and a date will be set to have the sheriff come out to do a lock-out.  End of story??  Not by half.

Upon lock-out, the real horror will come.  Taking back a unit that has been trashed, allowed to be abused, filled with rubbish and unwanted furniture.  Add cost of total repair to the lost rents and lawyer fees.

There are rare moments when Murray will fess up to having been had many times by tenants.  That the case of yesterday is not an isolated one.  Murray has been down this road many times and never learned the lesson.  It is this that wears one down in dealing with Murray.   It just becomes too much to deal with.

My dears, I am quite capable of seeing the evil that lurks about Murray.  So trusting I am not.  Know full well that one has to protect self from folks who want to do harm to you.  One would think that having been bent over as much as Murray has in past years, he would not want to continue in the role of victim any more.  One would think...

Unlike Murray, the dreams of this old geezer tend to have more flesh and blood to them, unlike the vapours of Murray, floating off into the distance, never quite taking root.  I have dreams, dreams that happen.

I believe that Murray can have his dream.  Affordable housing for good renters.  Be a part of the community.  Make a few quid.  IF...

Murray needs to stop being a victim.  It is a role he does not play well.  Murray also needs to step back from dealing with folks on a one to one landlord basis.  His skills at protecting self from chats and theves are severely lack, if there were any there to begin with.  Murray tinkers with the dream at own peril.

There is no point in history repeating self over and over.  Yesterday was the turning point.   This old geezer will not shovel any more 'past tenant poo'.  Will not stand by and watch others admired do it.  Not at Linda Villa or Park or Garden.  There is no point to it.  Murray will either back away from dealing badly with tenants or learn how to put back into the shovel he will have to use to pick up the 'poo' of his own making.

'WHAT DREAMS MAY COME'...depends on Murray.

SICK BED GRAVITAS

" Colloquial expression for sick or ill as, for example, to be under the weather with the flu. The phrase "under the weather" came from British sailing ships. When a sailor became ill he was confined below deck out of the weather, so it was said that he was under the weather."

Here I sit banging out my misery, 5 days down with a nasty flu turned to Asthmatic Bronchitis, feeling being confined to me cot is not good enough, I should be chucked overboard and fed to the sharks.  Horrid, just horrid is how I feel.  There is no other way to describe it.

Patent medicines have been bought, cough drops and syrup sucked and drank ad nauseum...

The best thing received was a bottle of pills that broke up phlegm.  Buckets and buckets of phlegm have been hacked up and tossed away.

Any doctor worth his degree will tell you that once infected with a nasty flu, one has to take position of 'riding it out', the worst will come and it will run its course.  Mind, there are some anti-biotics that provide some relief but there is no cure for it.  You suffer, depending on how server the flu is.  And if you do not protect from more germs.

At me flat, the germs went riot.  Hurled selves at this old geezer and then at poor Paul.  There were times when it was a contest of coughing.  One making more noise than the other.  Paul came down with a lung infection. as did MOI with the Asthmatic Brochitis.  The phlegm really started to flow.

Sharing a breathing machine with seperate masks, Paul and I did breathing treatment.  Still do.  It adds to the relief that can be had from the illness.

Too much stress and long hours caused my system to fall prey to the nasty buggers that infect me body at present.  Had I been fit, it may well have not visited me, this horrid illness.  Even getting flu shots did not protect from.

A bit of a lie-in is one thing, this state of illness has turned into a love affair with me cot.  It will not do.  Mind, however hard I command the body, it has mind of its own, and refuses to listen.  I stay up a few hours a day, eat a bit and return to me cot, exhausted.   Fever comes in the night, I sweat.   I cough endlessly.  I am a pathetic blighter.

Now that I have made all of you ill with my illness, I think it is time to drink some hot tea and force a few slices of burnt toast down.  All of this comes by way of reading emails wondering why there have been no new posts of late.  Now you know.  Sorry you asked??

I am on the mend, it will be more like another week of rest before I can face the battles ahead.  I will try to come up with some clever bits for you.  Have had loads of times to think on the stories to tell.

Sorry, have to run, more phlegm to hurl...

Red Skelton's Pledge of Allegiance

MR. SHELTON IS LONG GONE BUT HIS WORDS STILL RIGHT LOUDLY IN ME HEAD. WITH A SMILE, HE TOUCHED ON THE HEART OF WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO ALL WHO LIVE IN AMERICA. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND GOD BLESS RED SHELTON.

CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE?

My dears, not every arrow in quiver hits mark, there be right tough folks out there who will never feel warm and cuddly toward MOI. More's the pity that, as there is much to love.

I can accept that there be some who will always loathe this old geezer. It is a bit much for some to deal with the endless crusade to save the road lived on and the community a part of. Many do not see drugs as the 'poison' it be and feel that MOI is too shrill in banging on about at every opportunity.

The path taken in life is not always the easy one, one knows that in setting out. There be risks and much hard work in trying to right some of the social ills that many in the community have become so 'au fait' with that they hardly see them anymore.

The road lived on, community a part of and the place lived at are the single most important areas to this old geezer. There is every change that a difference can be made here, local, and up colose and in person. I will never be able to impact opinion in Washington, feed all of the hungry, house all of the homeless or give comfort to the many who suffer from health problems that will kill too soon in life.

Local, there be many opportunities to create lasting change. What better purpose in life than to try and make neighbours feel a part of a community that cares and supports. A hand up, not a hand down. It is not charity, it is one person caring for another person, the way it should always be. When did neighbourly love and concern become charity?

From where I sit, it be right brilliant to be part of a noble effort to make more folks feel brilliant about selves and the community they live in. It be right lovely to see more and more folks take an active interest in road and placed lived. A community is being reborne here.

Regardless of how some take the actions of this old geezer, MOI will still fire arrows into the air. It is quite possible that the love shot toward some will be felt and actions will change. Is it not better to spread love than hate?

Right, so the snap used has been doctored and MOI is not so cute in person. Allow for a little artistic license here.

JINGLE MAIL

My dears, this old geezer is enough of a drama queen to know when to exit the stage.  There is no point standing on the stage playing to an empty theatre with the lights out.

Late Saturday afternoon past, the departing former tenant and ex-manager of the Linda Villa, picked the dying hours of an afternoon to shove an envelope containing flat keys into the slot at the office.  Having attended a baby shower with the former maintainance person in tow, the last act of her reign at the Linda Villa came to an end.

Dripping with drama, the former manager, made a dramatic scene of shoving the envelope into the slot and spun round to glare at MOI.  Who just happened to be watching the curtain come down on her.  Wanting to gloat, the former manager went to vehicle, sat and waited, to see if there would be a rush to office to verify that keys had been returned.  There was no such pleasure given.

Much of what went wrong at the Linda Villa can be laid at her doorstep.  After months of righting wrongs, there is still dirt to be swept up from the chaos of her reign.  Mind, she not be alone in this, Murray listened to her counsel far longer than should have, and together they formed a united front in what came to be at the Linda Villa.

The blind leading the blind.  Reaching out in a weak moment, a position of trust was placed on the former manager with little guidance and even less ability to perform the role expected of.

What disturbs most, is the feeling on the part of the former manager that she had been dealt with unfairly.  No amount of fairness showed could wash from her mind that she had been done wrong.  That blame was to be shared and not fobbed off like so much lint on coat.

Times changed and with the changing times came an attitude of entitlement.  Massive animal population, complete disregard for rules and bitter feelings for MOI were of no import when placed next to her hurt feelings.  Nothing was going to change attitude and that my dears was the problem in a shell.

It may well have been that the former manager did not feel obligated to be as all in the complex.  That treating ALL with fairness was the right thing to do.  One will never know the answers to that.   One is not even sure one would want to.

There is much to be said for departing with grace.  Why go to lengths in making one and all an active participant in one last temper tantrum?  Truth be told, that was the rule here at the Linda Villa, drama played out daily and might well have been the reason the former manager stayed on.

The flat will be cleaned, carpet tossed, walls painted and kitchen made proper.  When complete, the horrid ordors of cat poo and piss will seem like they never were.  A new home will be available for another family who just might appreciate it more.

What saddens this old geezer is that the former tenant sees self as victim in this play, rather than the playwrite of the misery left on stage in viewing the tragedy.  Acting as critic, this old geezer will write the closing notice;

"After a stormy run, the tragedy has closed, with the departure of the actress.  Theatre is closed for repairs."

SAY 'NO' TO DRUGS

ME LATEST FILMED BIT ON YOUTUBE. VOICE IS A BIT OFF BUT MAY SORT SELF OUT AS IT FINISHES DOWNLOAD PROCESS. IT IS WHAT IT IS. FIRST TRY WITH NEW BUILT WEBCAM, MIGHT HAVE TO GO BACK TO FLIP CAMERA.

AND YOU THOUGHT 'MOI' WAS CHEEKY

This essay. By Hugh Gallagher, won first prize in
the humour catagory of the 1990 Scholascic Writing
Awards. It appeared in the May issue of Literary
Cavalcade, a magazine of contememporary fiction
and student writing pub1ished in the Scholastic in New
York City. Gallagher. who is eighteen, grew up in
Newtown Square, Pennsylvania, and will attend
New York University this fall.

ESSAY

IN ORDER FOR THE ADMISSIONS STAFF OF OUR
COLLEGE TO GET TO KNOW YOU, THE APPLICANT,
BETTER, WE ASK THAT YOU ANSWER THE
FOLLOWING QUESTION: ARE THERE FULLY SIGNIFICANT
EXPERIENCES YOU HAVE HAD, OR ACCOMPLISHMENTS
YOU HAVE REALIZED, THAT HAVE
HELPED TO DEFINE YOU AS A PERSON?

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling
walls and crushing ice. I have been known to
remodel train stations on my lunch breaks,
making them more efficient in the area of heat
retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees.
Iwrite award-winning operas. I manage
time efficiently. Occasionally. I tread water for
three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike
trombone playing. I can pilot bicycles up severe
inclines with unflagging speed. and I cook
Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I
am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love and
an outlaw in Peru. .

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I
once single-handedlv defended a small village in
the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious
army ants. I play bluegrass cello. I was scouted
by the Mets. I am the subject of numerous documantaries.


When I'm bored. I build large suspension
bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang
gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair
electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist. a concrete analyst.
and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon
over my original line of corduroy evening wear.
I don't perspire. Iam a private citizen, yet I receive
fan mail. I have been caller number nine
and have won the weekend passes. Last summer
I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugalforce
demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral
arrangements have earned me fame in international
botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects
with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise
Lost, Moby Dick and David Copperfield in one
day and still had time to refurbish an entire
dining room chair that evening. I know the exact location
of every food item in the supermarket. I
have performed covert operations for the CIA. I
sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a
chair. While on vacation in Canada. successfully
negotiated with a group of terrorists who
had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do
not apply to me.
I balance. I weave. I dodge. I frolic, and my
bills are all paid. On weekends. to let off steam.
I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I
discovered the meaning of life but forgot to
write it down. I have made extraordinary four course
meals using only a Mouli and a toaster
oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won
bullfights in San Juan. cliff-diving competitions
in Sri Lanka. and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I
have played Hamlet. I have performed open heart
surgery. and I have spoken with Elvis.

But I have not yet gone to college.

WHAT A LOT OF FLOWERS - Peter O'Toole GOODBYE MR CHIPS

WHAT A LOT OF COLOUR THAT HAS COME TO LINDA.

"I feel a part of a 'community' here"

My dears, taking time this past weekend, this old geezer invited a lovely couple to dine with.  They had just moved into a new flat and had told that they were going to cook up 'burgers' for a treat to celebrate the move.

Not that MOI has anything against burgers, right nice to have a slab of meat on a bun from time to time, it just seemed that the moment called for a bit more.  The invite was taken up on and we set out to have a lovely meal some place nice.

Driving to dinner, Michael, the man of the house, told how happy, he and Della, she be the lady of the house, felt about their new flat.  That is where the quote used in title come from.  Actually, Michael had so much more to say but it was that which stuck in me loaf.

In the rush to make over the Linda Villa, it sometimes gets left lost just how much has changed in a few short months.  Seeing the work being done daily, it becomes difficult to remember all of the small things that have been replaced to make the whole look so much changed.  Truly, were it not for snaps and remarks of old and new tenants, moments to pause and reflect would pass.

Della and Michael are keen to plant flowers in the space in front of patio.  Della claims to be something of a wizard with plants and promises that the front of patio will be awash with colour soon.  She has already placed a small 'frog' and small rose bush.  Mind, not wanting to let go of anything, she dragged an old 'fake' tree and placed on patio.  With a little water, it might lose some of the dust on leaves...

Snaps used in this post are from the car park area of the complex.  Toward the end of complex, stand two trees that have become quite full of blossoms.  They be fruit trees and would do that.  What is so lovely is that one has sprung out in 'white' and the other 'pink'.  A splash out of colour by nature to celebrate the changes that have come to the Linda Villa.  New growth, clean and fresh, to compliment what is to be so clean of a start for the property.

Joining the colour is the brilliant new emblem of our country that was hung this weekend.  Folks coming into the cark park would be hard pressed to miss this display of patriotic zeal on the part of a new tenant.  The flowers on the trees will turn to fruit and it is hoped that both the fruit and new tenants will be sweet and not turn bitter, like that which came years past.

Feeling so full of the moment, am going to ask other tenants if they would like to display the American Flag outside home.  Will even make flags available and get James to set up for.  One tenant had asked if she might hang the flag of California.  Why not, we be part of the greater community, and California could use all of the love it can get in these hard economic times.  Bloody hell, MOI just might hang the 'Union Jack' as well.  "God Save The Queen"...

With all of the positive changes brought about by new tenants, it might well be time to keep pushing for more participation on the part of the tenants in making their homes a lovely place.  I sort of had a giggle at Della's expense the week end.  Suggested that a 'tenant garden competition' should be held and prizes awarded for best splash of colour.  After a night to think on, am more clear as to how bloody brilliant that would be.

What better intro to the complex on the day of the LINDA DRUG OUT than to see a plethora of colour in the garden beds and the many flags hanging out front of flats.  We could have Supervisor Vasquez and Sheriff Durfor be 'impartial judges'.

The Linda Villa may well not be the Taj Mahal , it is however, becoming well know as a place with a heart and a soul.  Good folks have become part of the community and are making others take note of the differences that have come about.  No long need the Linda Villa hang head in shame.  We have much to crow about these days.

"Money" - Liza Minnelli, Joel Grey

LOCAL CASINO DUMPS BUCKETS OF THE STUFF ON THIS OLD GEEZER....LOVELY.

[Young Director Award 2007] - Anti Drug - No Such Thing

OLD AGE WILL NEVER BE SEEN BY DRUGGIES

VINTAGE 80'S DRUGS PSA COMMERCIAL "RIGHT TO SAY NO"

JUST SAY 'NO' TO POISON

LOCAL 'POISON' DEALERS BUSTED

"Major heroin bust west of Yuba City" screams headline in local rag, The Appeal Democrat.

Comments to story flow in, MOI even left his thoughts;

'Let all of the not so clever folks who chat down Linda note that it is YUBA CITY where this massive amount of 'poison' was found.

Linda will be throwing a LINDA DRUG OUT block party in May to show all of Yuba County that we, who live in Linda get the message. DRUGS are POISON and destroy the 'quality of life' all round. Right odd that folks want to believe that Linda is main source of DRUG problem in county. POISON has legs, it travels and is main reason that folks must ban together to stop the flow of it.
BRAVO to coppers who have got rid of more of the poison that ruins everything it touches.'

Law enforcement officers seized 3.4 pounds of black-tar heroin, HOUSE was primary source of herion in Yubba/Sutter area. Two handguns, a rifle and $20,000.00 poison sales were found.  Estimated value of poison found $250,000.00.  So goes the reportage in local rag.

My dears, no one is ever going to tell me that folks round the house selling the poison did not know something was amiss.  Could have told the coppers sooner.  Heavy traffic to a house is not normal, no one knows that many 'friends'.  Same for the house that evil creature lived in Linda that was part of the poison selling scheme.

We, each and every member of the community must step forward and bring an end to this horrid problem.

Daily in Linda there is an effort to rid the road and commnity lived of the foot traffic that comes from folks seeking out 'poison'.  Enough is enough.  May 8, 2010 will be Linda's day to proclaim to whole community that we are doing our bit to 'SAY NO TO DRUGS'.

Willie Nelson - On the Road Again

THERE BE SOME WHO CAN NOT WAIT TO SEE LAST OF THIS OLD GEEZER. A LITTLE MUSIC TO HELP THEM ON THEIR WAY. BYE...

I Really Like Him - Man of La Mancha

IF YOU GOT TO KNOW ANDY VASQUEZ, YOU WOULD LIKE HIM TOO.

FEAR KEEPS GOOD NEIGHBOURS QUIET

Elderly couple die in house blaze after thugs set fire to mobility scooter


By Daily Mail Reporter


An elderly couple died in their blazing home after thugs set fire to a mobility scooter parked on their porch, it emerged today.

Albert and Kath Adams, both 77, were asleep in their home in Rugby, Warwickshire, when the fire broke out at 2.50am on Saturday.
It is believed they became trapped in the burning house after the yobs, who the couple had previously challenged over loutish behaviour, returned for revenge.
Fatal blaze: Police believe a group of yobs set Mr Adams' mobility scooter alight as revenge for his noise complaints
The couple were rescued by firefighters and taken to Coventry's University Hospital suffering from severe smoke inhalation but Mr Adams died hours later.
His wife, who was in a critical condition, died 24 hours later yesterday afternoon.
The street where Mr and Mrs Adams live is home to 34 pensioners living in sheltered housing which is staffed by wardens.
However, neighbours say the area has been targeted by yobs in recent weeks.
Some residents claim the couple had previously stood up to a gang of teenagers for playing loud music and threatening elderly residents.
Early this morning, as police continued their investigation into the attack, a second mobility scooter parked outside nearby flats was set alight.
One neighbour, a woman in her 80s, said: 'It's disgusting. We've never had a problem like this before.
'Over the last few weeks it's got really bad. I've been kept up awake at night with the noise. Gangs of them would shout abuse at people and play loud music at all hours.
Second fire: This mobility scooter was torched early this morning, just hours after Mrs Adams lost her fight for life
'It used to be such a peaceful area. I know that a few of the neighbours had problems with this as well.'

She paid tribute to Mr and Mrs Adams, saying they tried to address the problem: 'Kath and Albert were not the type of people to stand for it. They tried to tackle the yobs but they just got verbally abused by them.'

Kevin White, 65, who also lives in the street, added: 'They were a lovely couple. We always chatted on a Sunday morning. It's just so sad, I can't believe it. It's a massive shock.

'If it was kids being bloody stupid they obviously did not foresee how terrible things would become. They certainly did not deserve to exit life in this way.'
Police believe the fatal fire started after someone torched Mr Adams's mobility scooter, which was parked on the couple's porch.
Two flats were evacuated after this morning's blaze and police say they are linking the two attacks.
A spokesman for Warwickshire Police said: 'We are now treating both incidents as arson and believe that they may be connected.

This article could well be written in a local newspaper but comes from Daily Mail in UK.  How sad.

OPEN LETTER TO APPEAL DEMOCRAT

Dear Mr. LaBarth & Mr. Vodden,

My dears, am well aware that there be many who find the endless stream of email from odious to receive, hence the snap of folks with gas masks on with MOI in front of.

Self serving, pedantic old geezer crosses the loaf of some.  Truth be told am fully aware of effect this old geezer has on some.

Being an avid reader of the daily rag that be The Appeal Democrat, have had the good fortune to have stories told of, and have seen the positive effect that the Appeal Democrat can have on the community when it sets out to tell a story that touches one and all.  Who can forget "Christmas Miracle"?

John Dougherty DeFrees, newspaper owner and writer of renown, is part of gene pool that this old geezer comes from.  Having a bit of ink in me veins, can tell you that am of the opinion that a newspaper can serve the community well, if it educates, informs and illuminates.  Educates the reader on a daily basis.  Informs all as to what passes as noteworthy.  Illuminates the dark corners oft missed and shines light on the members of the community who perform brilliantly.  Have no doubt that old J.D. DeFrees would agree on this.

Crime may well sell newspapers better than the feel good story.  More's the pity that.

So much negative rubbish passes self off as NEWS.  The constant telling of what is failing is right depressing.  Just this day is a story of hard times faced by local non-profit.  As if they be only ones lacking in ability to help community.

Forget about the colourful character who writes this to you, focus in on so many of the local heroes who make Yuba County brilliant and have crossed paths with MOI.  The lovely lady who gives so much of self to library and teaching a love of books to others.  Local pastor who tries to provide a hot meal to needy folks 4 times weekly.  The coppers who do extra work to brighten lives of folks in the community.  The local businesses that have not shuttered doors but continue to serve the needs of Linda and community round. The local Fire Chief who makes time in busy schedule to stop by and personally deal with concerns.  The list is endless.

Being ever so clever and busy, you may well not appreciate me efforts to keep you informed of things that happen in me world.  Truth be told, there be some who pretend to not even receive emails sent, they have placed emails from MOI direct into the rubbish bin.  Clever.  Mind, that would not be the case here, right??

"Life is a banquet, most poor SOB's are starving to death", so goes the quote from MAME, the broadway hit from years gone by.  I am feasting at the banquet of life, never a day goes by that more 'food for thought' does not land on table in front of.  I live fully and am cheeky enough to feel that the whole world wants to know of life lived.

You be 'au fait' with MOI, me sharing this with me fans will come as no surprise.  Like you at the Appeal Democrat, there is a constant demand to fill the wishes of avid readers.  Pray forgive and along with a giggle at me expense, give some thought to doing loads more FEEL GOOD local stories that just might chase away the need to tell so many depressing ones.

Have a brilliant day

Rob DeFrees

MOVE-IN PACKET AT LINDA VILLA

My dears, going on about the value of Neighbourhood Watch is not so much pablum served up by this old geezer.  It is a deeply held belief in a programme that has been proved to work.  The collabrative efforts of neighbours and coppers make for a safe community, safe road and safe complex.  Will tell you true, have seen the rewards got from a very active concern on part of neighbours to chase crime away.

With today being move in day for lovely folks at complex, what better time to rally them to the cause of Neighbourhood Watch and being responsible and becoming part of the winds of change blowing through Linda.

Each will receive information packet and if signed up for Neighbourhood Watch will also receive a lovely decal to go on window of flat.  How grand is that?

Part of the materials were paid for by Kay Properties but thanks to the every lovely Laura Miller more were got for FREE.  Always love to get something for FREE, more so when it is of such great value.

Murray Kay will be much put out today, yet it will not keep him from attending a Neighbourhood Watch Meeting at the caravan park on Garden this very night.  So passionate has he become that he has enlisted the help of his daughter.  Teresa will attend tonight to pass out information to folks about animal safety.  That too is part of being a responsible member of the community.  How horrid to dump unwanted animals on the road.  Doing such, makes evil folks take notice to a community that cares not and they move in, to 'poo' on the community.

The local coppers can not fight the battle alone.  They need the help of the folks they are sworn to 'serve and protect'.  That be you and me.  Bugger the fact that there be a few coppers who bring attitude to job, ignore them and lock in on the many fine coppers who truly do care.

This old geezer continue to meet some coppers who feel that folks who do good are to be discounted.  You be 'au fait' with the type.  They posture and roll eyes when you try to tell what is going pearshaped in community, as if they are the only readers of the bible.  Never let such asway you from effort to improve your road and community.

Have a brilliant day and join you local Neighbourhood Watch Programme today.

MARCH MADNESS

Not only it it Monday, it is the first day of March.  That can only mean  it will be a rather long day, filled with much comings and goings.  Of late, new folks to the community have been moving in on the first of the each month, and March will be no exception.  Said all of the afore to make a boring introduction to the fact that MOI will be Mad as a Hatter today.

It will be close to the wire all day.  One unit still has finishing touches to apply and am wondering if the paint will still be wet.

Murray has not let down in adding to the drama of the move in day.  Carpet was to have been installed and it still needs to be finished.  Doors have to be re-hung and other bits and bobs done.

Poor Murray, he has been so put upon of late that he looks like he is about to drop.  Running round and trying to do the odd job has taken toll.  He slept over at me house.  I have a sofa that converts into a full bed.  You know the sort, it promises a good night's sleep but has that iron bar in the middle of.  How on earth do you get a good sleep with that?  Right well if you sleep sideways...

Moving right along...

The major problem I have with Murray is that he does not plan his day well.  Meeting with trades folks he makes deals, promises loads, then moves on to another task, leaving this old geezer to cobble together how it will sort self out.  Over weekend, chap showed up to do work in two units.  Had been promised that appliances would be moved and floor covering would be clean.  NOT.  Had to work magic with to keep poor chap from walking away from the job.

When I make a promise, I like to keep it.  It gets very tiring to have to keep bailing water in Murray's wake.

I start each day with a plan.  Write out .marching orders' for the troops, Murray included.  It is the only way to keep track of all that has to be attended to.  Even then, what will go wrong can and does.

One unit required a new paint job.  Simple enough.  Unless at the Linda Villa.  The unit was done with a paint gun.  The chap who did came out looking like a ghost and he left much paint in his wake.  Seems that it is an art form to use a paint gun, one that if not done proper, get almost as much paint on the floor as the walls.  The floor was white as a field of snow.  Problem being that new carpet will not glue down to this field of new paint.  Now the lovely chap will have to remove paint and that will be a chore.

Never a dull moment at the Linda Villa.  Would I have it any other way?