Welcome to Monday. Let us turn now one last time to the weekend, and salute it as it recedes with stately grace into the mists of memory.
FRIDAY, JULY 17:
The federal building in downtown Tampa was evacuated after cops received a call about a suspicious package. The package was eventually determined to contain what authorities believe was part of a science project. Which, yeah, that still sounds like a bomb.
SATURDAY, JULY 18:
The Tampa Cricket League celebrated the opening of its new official home in Seffner's Evans Park with a ceremony and a match. The flickety moppets, bagtans and wumpycroms were in full effect there that day, we can tell you. (Those are cricket words, right?)
A new report showed Tampa to be second in the nation in terms of number of foreclosures, even as the market continues to grow. The only thing that's an encouraging sign of, is IRONY.
A 72-year-old man voluntarily guarding a sea turtle nest at Lauderdale-by-the-Sea was shot with his own gun by a 38-year-old felon. That sucks, but at least when the 72-year-old guy says to his friend, "no good deed goes unpunished," and his friend counters with, "you don't really believe that, do you?", the guy can reply, "let me tell you about the time I volunteered to guard some turtle eggs on the beach, and an angry shitbag came along, took my gun away and shot me with it."
SUNDAY, JULY 19:
And finally, authorities displaced swimmers and sunbathers and evacuated homes along Pass-a-Grille Beach in order to safely blow up a World War II-era bomb that washed up on the shore. Let's not go to the beach, they said. It's boring there, they said, and nothing ever happens.
Photo of cricket match by RaeA via Wikimedia Commons.
