Did you park a little too close to the curb tonight? Or a little too far away? What? You don't remember? Well, if you live in Towne Park near Eubank and I-40, you better go out and check, or risk getting slapped with a fine. While you're at it, make sure your lawn is properly weeded, because those stragglers might just land you with another penalty. Oh, and when you go back inside, avoid using the garage door—opening that sucker for the wrong reason is another no-no.
A few weeks ago, a seemingly endless series of problems involving the Albuquerque Police Department's Evidence Room threatened to make the Albuquerque mayor's race interesting. Accusations of theft, retribution, incompetence and cover-up made daily headlines, ending only after Gil Gallegos, the APD Police Chief, stepped down from his post.
I missed the ad the first time I skimmed through the Sunday Journal, but a friend at church was so angered by it she urged me to go back home and try to find it. It was buried on an inside page of the travel section, so a lot of other readers might have zipped past it the way I did until I was deliberately searching.
Dateline: India—According to a survey in New Delhi's Economic Times newspaper, only a quarter of condoms made in India are being used for sex. That isn't to say that Indians are not putting them to good use, however. Condoms not used as birth control are being employed to make saris, toys and even bathroom slippers. Sari weavers put the condoms on their thread spools. The lubricant on the prophylactics rubs off on the thread, making it move faster through the sewing machines. India manufactures more than a billion condoms a year, which are supposed to be used for disease prevention and to curb population growth. With many of these condoms being used as bathroom slippers, India remains one of the most populous nations on Earth.
"You can't walk a straight line in crooked shoes," goes the saying. If you compare the ethics of Tom DeLay, Republican Majority Leader in the U.S. House of Representatives, to those of our own Mayor Martin Chavez, you can't help wondering whether they patronize the same cross-eyed cobbler.