Katrina's Chaos

My good friend Becky, who lives a mile from the beach in Biloxi, Mississippi, has been tracking the effects of Hurricane Katrina on her blog. Click on "Random Thoughts from the Coast, Becky's Blog" to read about her experiences. Drop her a comment to encourage her during this time.

Top 10 Strategies of Saddam Hussein's Attorneys

This particular Letterman Top 10 made me laugh out loud, even though I was reading, not hearing it (it always loses something without Letterman's delivery). I thought it was worth sharing, especially for those who are still lost in a Leno-infested world. Come back to the light.

10. Play up the "at least he didn't do steriods" angle.

9. Pin everything on Saddam's scheming brother, Larry Hussein.

8. Answer every charge with, "No you're thinking of Iran."

7. Explain he was driven insane by the intense flavor of New Spicy Nacho Doritos.

6. Brand prosecutor's list of 12,000 witnesses as "flimsy."

5. Brighten the mood by calling to the stand the always charming Tony Danza.

4. Request one of those "confined to your 153-acre estate" punishments like Martha got.

3. Give Saddam white suit and turkey leg - make him hilarious Boss Hogg-like figure.

2. Let Saddam go nuts and execute everyone in the courtroom.

1. "If the underpants don't fit, you must acquit."

Uncle Wib

On Wed., Aug. 10, 2005, age 92 of Millvale, beloved husband of the late Mildred Kohser; father of June Wilt and Dale Kohser; brother of Edna May Flora and Betty Bullard; also survived by four grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.

Uncle Wib lived a long, full life, although it is still sad to see him go. The older brother of my grandma (aka, Edna May, aka Mummum), Wilbur was part of a large, loving family. Of course they couldn't list the other 10 brothers and sisters he had - choosing only to name the 2 remaining Kohser "kids." Over the past two decades I have seen many of these aunts and uncles pass on. Some I never met, some I went to church with every Sunday and made me fantastic chocolate chip cookies and matzoball soup. It's sad to see Mummum's generation pass on, handing off the baton to more children and grandchildren than you could count. I am so proud of our little "section" of the Kohser family, the Floras. And I am glad that Uncle Wib was an active part of it at family get-togethers, dinners, and holidays. I'll never forget my most recent memories of him: mainly his undying devotion to his wife Mildred, especially in her last years. And with a name like that, you know he was the cutest man ever. As my friend Kara put it in an email to me yesterday, "Welcome home, Uncle Wib."