This yarn begins in midweek over 55 years ago (May 6, 1964) at the San Francisco airport, where a man, described later by acquaintances and family as debt-ridden and erratic, purchased two life insurance policies with a value of over $160,000 from an airport vending machine, naming his wife as the beneficiary. Continue reading
Seems mighty strange that while the twenty thousand or so mighty hunters of the Safari Club International were visiting our hamlet, that the four-foot high wood-sculpted black bear in front of the Black Bear Diner on South Virginia Street turned up missing.
Just to help out, we of the coffee group that meets there posted our own bear until John O’Looney can replace the missing bear. Frankly, it’s been swiped three times now and we think John might be a bit o’looney to keep buying bears for hunters to steal, but it’s his diner. The photo’s pretty washed-out; the sign says “Bears Eat Free”