In 2001, I was working for a network news broadcast in NYC. When the planes hit the World Trade Center on 9/11 I was sitting at LaGuardia International Airport waiting to board a flight home. At the behest of a friend I kept a journal of my 9/11 experiences. While the journal has been formatted for this blog, the content is unchanged.
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I’ve been fishing at the same place for years. And each time I go I yearn for a glimpse of the elusive turkey duck. A half duck, half turkey hybrid that can swim, but cannot fly. This particular fowl can be identified by its broken wing. I’ve seen it wrestle a chad from the depths of the lake and fight off full-bred ducks for bread. If you see this flightless half-breed do not approach. They have huge fangs and a nasty temper. <– unfact
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On Tuesday, at 1:53 p.m, Mother Nature showed up 9 miles outside of Mineral, Va and ripped a 5.8 magnitude fart. Normally she keeps her flatulence contained on the West Coast, but for the first time since 1897 she cropdusted the East Coast, rattling doors and knocking over lawn chairs.
Within moments Twitter and Facebook feeds were filled with horror stories and graphic images.
WARNING: What you are about to see is not for the faint of heart.