Poetry in daily life. Don't you wish you ran across more of it? Take a look at this police blotter from a little town in northern California called Arcata. Arcata Police Log

I had lunch by the pool today with some friends, and we talked about how it was Julie's last day, and how sad we were about it. She didn't seem so sad - she was wearing a "Retired" blue ribbon and mardi gras beads that someone had given her. Then we discussed Phil, someone we work with, who is in his 40s but not married. We wondered why, since he is handsome and so nice, and Julie told us about the time she had tried to match him up with someone she knew. Then Phil joined us, so we couldn't talk about him anymore. We moved on to a friend of Joan's, who is in his 50s and has decided that now he finally wants to get married and have children. He owns a bakery in Berkeley, and is an aikido expert as well as a beekeeper. Julie thought maybe that same friend of hers might be interested! They are going to try to get them together. Everyone was glad that Stella is now "attached" to Troy and is no longer someone that we have to try to matchmake for.

Then we moved on to the topic of someone else who is going to be leaving the company soon... Phil didn't want to gossip and tell us who it was, but it turned out that a couple other people already knew about it and so we figured it out. It's a small group here at the company, and sooner or later all the rumors make themselves known. We discussed urban legends and how they spread. I told about the funny drivers' license database scam that Bob had sent me. Julie treated us all to lunch, since it was her last day. Believe it or not, it was the very first time she had ever had lunch sitting by the pool.


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