If there wasn't a very strong chance my Beagle was asleep at that time, I'd say he'd be the main suspect.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
The good news is that Beeson isn't always chaotic. I get my hair cut at Shear Symmetry, and Obama's campaign office during the election was along Beeson. It was also the most colorfully decorated building along Beeson, and I'd love to post a picture of it but I've discovered that no one in Fayette County seems to take pictures of anything. Ever.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Since this took place at a bus stop, that means they were waiting for the glorious FACT bus.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I'm jealous. They got to see it in action. It was just sitting idly in a parking lot when I saw it.
What's it for? Why do we need it? Is there more than one? If so, are any for sale? Can those pictures be considered false advertising? These are questions I need answered.
Friday, February 18, 2011
First, thanks to Justin for sending me the most recent article about the Church of Universal Love and Music (read the Mission Statement, seriously). Things have been pretty quiet regarding the Church lately, so I'm pretty excited.
Fayette-Nam's place for what I imagine are our very few hippies, the Church calls itself "a nondenominational, interfaith based church, committed to the spiritual and mental growth of each individual by uniting the body, mind, and spirit." How do they accomplish this? Concerts, mainly. Oh yeah, and drugs. I've heard stories of pork chops being cooked and handed out at the entrance, so I wanted to go to see it for myself. Thanks to a raid in August 2009, I may never have that chance.
The founder and owner is sueing the county, saying the raid violated the "good faith" of a settlement that allowed him to hold the concerts in the first place. The county wants him to drop it. He also sued in the past, saying the zoning restrictions that prevented him from having the concerts violated his religious freedom.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A five-month-old boy was given an adult dose of antibiotics meant for another patient.
Fortunately, the baby is okay. Given Uniontown Hospital's history, which I've mentioned before, the situation could've been much worse. The boy's mother said she will file a complaint with the Pennsylvania Department of Health, but I'm not sure what good it'll do at this point. I'd love to check out the hospital's malpractice insurance.
After the stories I hear - including ones that don't make the news - I'm at a point where if given the choice between death and Uniontown Hospital, I'd take death.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
At least we're entertaining, right?
And Kiss has many more wonderful FayetteNam things to listen to. Uniontown's very own alleged pregnant man. Tiger sighting. Ass-kicking granny. No Ho Zone sign. Indecent exposure fines. And then a naked robber. And a very nice Fayette County check-in. Unfortunately nothing too recent that I haven't already posted, but I'll keep listening. We're bound to be featured again sooner or later.
Stand tall and stand proud, Fayette County.
Friday, February 11, 2011
At some point after that, there was a coffee shop in Scottdale. But Scottdale, as its residents always love to remind us, is in Westmoreland County, so it doesn't count. But it did have the same fate as Coffee on Crawford.
Dawson, however, is all ours and does count. Dawson gave us Cafe Noswad, which still has merchandise online despite the fact that they too went out of business.
Some coffee shops used to lurk in Uniontown. One on Main Street was great, then went out of business. I think a new one moved in. A cafe with wireless internet seems to be doing well, as well as a tea room somewhere in town. The problem with cafes and tea rooms here is that often, despite being called cafes and tea rooms, they are neither. I once went into a Connellsville cafe with high hopes of getting a hot caffeinated drink but the place was really a diner. And went out of business. It's a Mexican restaurant now.
While independently owned businesses struggle, chains do just fine. We love chains. Uniontown's Panera Bread has been around for a few years and is still going strong, as far as I can tell, and I've mentioned that we do have a Starbucks inside our Target. I've witnessed disasters there.
I envy you, Westmoreland County, with your multiple Starbucks locations and your fancy drive-thrus and your places like DV8.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
While this friend of mine was working, a family was nearby with two young girls, who were bickering and fighting in the middle of the store. Their mother turned to them and said, "If you two don't stop, I swear I will tie you to the roof like a prized deer and you will ride home like that."
Not just any deer - a prized deer.
Unfortunately, I don't know if her threat worked or not. I never thought to ask.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
If you're interested in DeMuth or are in the Nam and need some flowers for your significant other, you can check them out here.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Most of them are pretty boring.
Really, that's how they started. But within the past few years, they've been getting fancier.
That's not the only vehicular display of Fayette County pride. We also have trucks, as seen when Bill Clinton came to Divito Park.
Really, that's the only time I've seen them. I have no idea where they are or what they're for, but they exist.
Both the buses and the trucks show some of the finer parts of Fayette County. You know, things the average citizen doesn't care about, like Fallingwater and Fort Necessity. What they really need on those is that nice Super Bowel sign from the fair I posted before.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
This means that plaza now holds not just our only Target, but also our only PetSmart, one of our countless Dollar Generals, a Shoe Carnival, Dots, and a hair salon that I think is a Supercuts, but I could be wrong. I'm only ever on the Target/PetSmart side. The point is, the addition of the gynecologist means the plaza is now a true one stop shop. You can accomplish everything there now! And is there a better place for it? I mean, we have a few different plazas consisting entirely of medical buildings, and we wouldn't want to put a gynecologist there. Nope. It's just so nice next to the Supercuts.
What makes it even nicer is the pictures of the doctors in the windows. Really big pictures. They also have lovely advertising - big billboards along New Salem Road near the mall with the doctors smiling and holding babies and lines like, "The doctor is ready to see you now." I promise pictures in the near future.
But wait, it gets better. The office is operated by Uniontown Hospital, a hospital with the greatest of reputations. My roommate, for example, has severe migraines and ended up there once and the hospital didn't have a very common drug to treat her. And then there are the malpractice lawsuits, like this one for wrongful death. Or the malpractice suit after a 20-year-old's legs were unnecessarily amputated. Or the malpractice suit after the hospital's lab failed to report the results of a blood test to a woman's doctor, resulting in a hysterectomy that probably could've been prevented. Granted, it's not all bad - my great-grandma, grandma, and mom have all come out of the hospital better than they were going in rather than worse, but we also have a relative working there to check in and know from experience at this point who the best doctors are.
So, women of the Nam, go ahead. After all, the doctor is ready to see you now. When you're done shopping and getting your hair done, of course.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Not very interesting, right? It is if you've drunkenly ruined a pretty pair of shoes you didn't want to throw away. And I don't mean by throwing up on them. I mean completely decimating them.
I needed such a business in July, when my mom dug out these pale pink heels she'd had probably as long as I've been alive that perfectly matched a dress I was wearing to my cousin's Barbie-themed birthday party. The shoes were so old that I basically destroyed the heels either on the deck, in the grass, or on the walk across the street to the always lovely Sherwood's bar. The little part on the bottom of the heel not only came off on both shoes, but somehow whatever they were made of started to peel up off of the already broken heels. I was drunk, which of course means I didn't notice until I left the next morning.
My mom told me to throw them away. I said, "Maybe there's someone in town that still fixes shoes." But she insisted. They were pretty shoes, too, and I could've gotten a lot of use out of them, themed parties aside. But no, they were thrown away. If I'd been a bit more stubborn, I could be spending the upcoming weekend having them fixed.
So, people of the Nam, if you ever destroy your shoes - drunk or otherwise - you have a place that will repair them now. Even though I have a feeling that those of us in Fayette County who care enough to go so far as to have a pair of shoes repaired are a minority.