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Long time listener, first time caller. "I like baseball, movies, fast cars, and you. What else do you need to know?"

Magnolia. "The tale told at a 1961 awards dinner for the American Association Of Forensic Science by Dr. Donald Harper, president of the association, began with a simple suicide attempt. Seventeen-year-old Sydney Barringer. In the city of Los Angeles on March 23, 1958. The coroner ruled that the unsuccessful suicide had suddenly become a successful homicide. To explain: The suicide was confirmed by a note, left in the breast pocket of Sydney Barringer. At the same time young Sydney stood on the ledge of this nine-story building, an argument swelled three stories below. The neighbors heard, as they usually did, the arguing of the tenants and it was not uncommon for them to threaten each other with a shotgun, or one of the many handguns kept in the house. And when the shotgun accidentaly went off, Sydney just happend to pass. Added to this, the two tenants turned out to be: Faye and Arthur Barringer. Sydney's mother and Sydney's father. When confronted with the charge, which took some figuring out for the officers on the scene of the crime, Faye Barringer swore that she did not know that the gun was loaded. A young boy who lived in the building, sometimes a visitor and friend to Sydney Barringer, said that he had seen, six days prior, the loading of the shotgun. It seems that the arguing and the fighting and all of the violence was far too much for Sydney Barringer, and knowing his mother and father's tendency to fight, he decided to do something. Sydney Barringer jumps from the ninth floor rooftop. His parents argue three stories below. Her accidental shotgun blast hits Sydney in the stomach as he passes the arguing sixth-floor window. He is killed instantly but continues to fall, only to find, three stories below, a safety net installed three days prior for a set of window washers that would have broken his fall and saved his life if not for the hole in his stomach. So Faye Barringer was charged with the murder of her son, and Sydney Barringer noted as an accomplice in his own death. And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that this is not just "Something That Happened." This cannot be "One of Those Things... ” This, please, cannot be that. And for what I would like to say, I can't. This Was Not Just A Matter Of Chance. Ohhhh. These strange things happen all the time." That's what I think of every time I see a long, dim, hallway... like the one that was in the apartment building I used to live in. I pointed it out to my girlfriend at the time and she said, "Jesus Christ, I don't want to think about that walking here."

Can't seem to stop listening to My Morning Jacket and The Tallest Man on Earth (who, apparently is of average height).

Scream seems like such an after-thought kind of roller coaster... It's built on a parking lot that still has parking spots in it (or at least did last I went in...2007?), it's best themed sections are giant plotter-printer banners...it's a clone, etc. But...it's that one great, hidden, line-free ride that, on a Saturday, is a miracle to ride when all the other looping roller coasters force you to bake in the heat with the wait they procure.

Wow, they had a whole sectioned titled "Classic Clenchers."

They need to keep that music in the station. It's one of my favorite station songs! [Youtube Video] I wouldn't like a retheme, either. I do think a nice, fresh coat of paint would be nice, though. Man, I haven't heard that song in forever. Brought back so many memories of being in that station so excited to ride but so drained from it being 95 degrees out.