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Michael McLeod

Mark: I can see how you could go either way on this. 

Either way meaning there's no law that a movie needs to be exactly like the book that inspired it.

There is some famous movie maker quote that goes something like: Making a movie out of a book is like putting the skin of dog on the skeleton of a cat. I totally butchered that quote I am sure but you get the point.

But I do understand her point of view and I think it's legitimately argued. Thc core of the main character in the book found meaning in chess because there was nowhere else for her to find it, particularly since she was unattractive. That's a significant and age-old theme - going back to the ugly duckling fairy tale - and I understand why she'd feel strongly enough to draw attention to that theme being overlooked. So I disagree with you insofar as her not making a good case.

And having said all that: The actress in the series rocked the part. She made the character believable. Her acting was so internal, so subtle, in conveyeying her power and composure and let's face it, killer instinct as a child on her own from the get go. So it's a great actress in a very well developed series - and it departs from the book in a significant way that is legitimate fare for discussion and opinionating. In the end both sides can be right, particularly since the person who's most qualified to weigh in on this - the author of the book - is not around to weigh in on the matter.

Michael McLeod

Ok film nerd discussion is over. Let's play detective. No fair if you've seen a story about this.

Statistics show that scented candles have been getting a significantly higher number of bad reviews on line over the past few months.

Can you any of you smartie pantses tell me why that is?

Joseph D. McCarthy

C-O-V-I-D

Joe

Michael McLeod

Ok then. Absolutely right!  Joe wins! People who have lost their sense of smell because of the virus can't smell scented candles any more and that is evidenced by an uptick in people complaining about scented candles when they buy them!  Good thinking, Joe!  What have we got for him, Murray? You say we've got a 2020 calendar for him as a keepsake and a lifetime supply of scented candles? Congrats, Joe! What's that? You don't want the calendar? 

We understand , don't we, Murray? Neither do we!

Michael McLeod

from the washington post:

A family got a racist note after putting up a Black Santa. Soon, neighbors began displaying their own Black Santas.

By Sydney Page

Dec. 3, 2020 at 6:00 a.m. EST

Chris Kennedy and his 4-year-old daughter, Emily, adorned their front lawn in North Little Rock, Ark., with Christmas decorations in early November, as they do every year.

They strung twinkly white lights along the rim of their home and stationed an inflatable Christmas tree and a towering Black Santa on the lawn, next to a colorful, illuminated sign that reads, “JOY.”

The spirited Christmas display, which the Kennedys have showcased for the last few holiday seasons, had only been met with cheer in their neighborhood of Lakewood, Kennedy said.

That changed Nov. 23, when Kennedy, 33, checked his mailbox and was stunned to find an anonymous, racist letter attacking the seven-foot Black Santa on his lawn.

“Please remove your negro Santa Claus yard decoration,” the letter, signed “Santa Claus,” demanded. “You should try not to deceive children into believing that I am negro. I am a caucasian (white man, to you) and have been for the past 600 years. Your being jealous of my race is no excuse for your dishonesty. Besides that, you are making yourself the laughing stock of the neighborhood. Obviously, your values are not that of the Lakewood area and maybe you should move to a neighborhood out east with the rest of your racist kind.”

The letter included an image of a White Santa Claus, with two thumbs pointing down.

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Kennedy was horrified. Shortly after receiving the hateful message, he started a live stream on Facebook.

“I just got something in the mail that is one, incredibly offensive, and two, just says where we are,” Kennedy said at the start of the video.

“I am trying to be as nice as I can in this very moment because I am actually filled with rage,” he said. “It’s very disheartening because it’s holiday time; we’re in a pandemic.”

“I’ve literally put this Black Santa up for the last three years,” Kennedy continued, reinforcing that it has never been a problem in the past.

Kennedy’s wife, Iddy Kennedy, 31, was also deeply disturbed by the letter.

“I was genuinely hurt,” she said. “When we originally received it, I wondered if we had made the right choice; if this was the right environment to raise our daughter.”

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Up until Veterans Day, the family had a Black Lives Matter flag outside their home, and they have been active in the movement since George Floyd’s death in May.

Kennedy promptly filed a harassment report with the local police department and a separate report with the post office.

The letter was enclosed in an envelope with a taped return address label for Lakewood Property Owners Association. The organization confirmed it had no part in the letter.

Evan Blake, the executive director of the association, visited the Kennedys at their home to condemn the incident and assure them that they are valued members of the Lakewood community.

After sharing the letter on Facebook, Kennedy received a torrent of messages from neighbors, he said.

“Tons expressed how eye-opening it has been to see this type of ugliness,” Kennedy said.

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Then something magical happened.

As more neighbors heard about the letter, they rallied in solidarity with the Kennedys. Slowly but surely, Black Santas began popping up, one by one, on the lawns of Lakewood.

“It was unsolicited, it was undeserved, it was un-Christmas, and hopefully it was not reflective of Lakewood, and certainly not reflective of the kind of country I want to live in,” said Welch, who has lived in the neighborhood with his wife for more than 20 years. “We were all pretty concerned about it, and we decided it would be poetic for everyone to get Black Santas.”

Seeing an array of Black Santas around the community, “it’s making me feel like I wasn’t wrong about our neighborhood,” Welch added. “This is the way it ought to be.”

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Across the street, Will and Paula Jones stationed a Black Santa on their front lawn, too.

“I’m on the board of directors of our neighborhood association, so I heard about it right when the letter came,” said Paula Jones, 48. “My first reaction was, ‘Where can I get one?’ ”

Will and Paula Jones, with their two children Collier, 10, and Caroline, 12, after setting up a Black Santa on their front lawn in Lakewood. (Courtesy of Paula Jones)

Ben Keller, 31, also a Lakewood resident, felt the same way. When he and his wife spotted the story on social media, they were distraught.

“When we saw what happened to Chris, we knew we couldn’t just stand by and not do anything,” Keller said. “We instantly decided what better way to support him than getting our own Santa display?”

Their 2-year-old son is Black, and “he is absolutely thrilled to see some Santas that reflect back to him,” Keller said.

So many neighbors have ordered Black Santas that many retailers are apparently running low on supply.

After word got out about the racist letter, Black Santas began popping up on lawns all over Lakewood. (Courtesy of Chip Welch)

That’s why Tim Giattina’s Black Santa has yet to arrive. He and his wife are anxiously awaiting their package.

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“The letter is not what our neighborhood is about, and it’s not what Christmas is about,” said Giattina, 40. “There’s no place for it, and we want to do everything we can to show support.”

For the Kennedys, the overwhelming support has turned a painful and frightening situation into a clear demonstration that the letter-writer is an anomaly in the neighborhood.

“There is definitely more positive than negative,” said Iddy Kennedy, who is a pharmacist at a children’s hospital. “The outpouring of support made me realize that this is the perfect place to raise our daughter.

“She may not understand but she definitely notices the Black Santas popping up,” she continued. “I would like to think that’s a warm and fuzzy feeling. I didn’t see it growing up, but the fact that it will be normalized for her gives me hope for the future.”

Her husband agreed: “The outpouring of love, support, and unity that we’re seeing from the community has just been incredible,” said Chris Kennedy, who is a food blogger. “People have been stopping by and honking. We’ve gotten cards, gifts and letters from different people in the neighborhood and even across the U.S.”

Iddy Kennedy, 31, and Chris Kennedy, 33, with their 4-year-old daughter, Emily. (Ashley Duncan Photography)

The Kennedys now have two Black Santas on their front lawn after a man from New York heard about the story and shipped one to them.

People have also asked to send donations, and Kennedy has redirected all requests to the Ronald McDonald House Charities of Arkansas.

The Kennedy family has received support from across the country. One man in New York sent them a second Black Santa for their front lawn. (Courtesy of Chris Kennedy)

“Donations have started pouring in from all over,” said Janell Mason, the executive director of the charity, adding that more than $1,000 has been raised in honor of the Kennedy family. “It’s so touching, and it just is humanity doing good things.”

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Having an elaborate Christmas display is a long-standing tradition for Kennedy, dating back to his childhood years, when he would decorate with his father. Since his death on Thanksgiving in 2004, Kennedy has been decorating early every year, in his father’s memory.

In the years to come, when the Kennedys inflate their Black Santa, it will take on even more meaning.

“At the end of the day, what was meant for evil was flipped for good,” Kennedy said. “We are showing that we are truly better together and united as one.”

Janie Albright (Blank)

Love all the recent posts. Lemon trees, Philately, John and Jessie Frémont to black santys. Our forum covers the gamut. And John's Onion post a classic. 
 

I'm one of Mark's readers and I love your musical tribute. I was also in that French class. Lol. 
 

On the home page I put up a beautiful, calming winter scene photographed by Jim and a colorful depiction of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Her feast day is December 12 and if you don't know the miracle look it up. A charming story of our lady's appearance to Juan Diego in Mexico. She is the patron saint of Mexico and all of the Americas. Usually depicted in native dress. In Puerto Vallarta for a week in advance of her feast day all of the various parroquias (parishes) have processions to the main and much more elaborate church, Our Lady of Guadalupe. It's quite an event that will sadly not occur this year. Mexico has been hit especially hard by the Pandemic for a variety of reasons and in a variety of ways most having to do with economic inequities. I will not be spending my winter there this year but hope to return for 2022, God willing. 

Mark Schweickart

I meant to post this the other day, but forgot. Jim asked about who recorded "Lemon Tree." Dave responded that it was Peter, Paul and Mary in 1965, which is half right. Their version was actually from 1962 according to a google search. But the version I remember more distinctly was this one, Trini Lopez's version from 1965.

David Mitchell

Well Mark,

We finally have somethig to fight about besides politics.

Although I enjoyed Trini Lopez' cover of "If I Had a Hammer" (I think I even played that on this Forum when he died), there is simply no version but the Best version of "Lemmon Tree", made famous by the awesome and timeless Peter, Paul, and Mary!  A group that had such a huge impact on our generation. 

For those who were at home at the time, you may not realize it, but Peter, Paul, & Mary recorded a song that became in effect, one of several(*) American soldier's "Vietnamese National Anthems". The DJ's at AFVN Radio in Saigon played "Leavin' on a Jet Plane" frequently throught their daily playlist. When I was a "short timer" I would sing along as loud as I could when it came on the radio - which often brought a few loud  "shuuuut uuup"s or an empty beer can flying in my direction.    

(*) other "American-Vietnamese national anthems" included The Animals "We Gotta Get Outta This Place", CCR's "Fortunate Son", and Bobby Bare's "Detroit City"  ("I wanna go home, I wanna go home")    

Speaking of the Animals, although I have never attended one of our full national reunions, I have read that Eric Burdon is the annual featured entertainer at the big national "Vietnam Helicopter Pilot's Association" reunions. And I can just imagine the level of volume as the crowd joins him in that song - ha!  

James Hamilton, M. D.

Allright, you Clintonville IC'ers, more memories of that stretch of North High Street! 

Tonight I find myself and Janet sitting here watching yet another Hallmark movie, The Christmas Waltz​​​​​​, about a jilted woman in NYC who falls in love with her dance instructor. Not one of my favorites - I prefer the ones filmed in the Vancouver area with beautiful scenery.

However, it got me thinking about a dance studio above the old Clinton Theater on High Street, Jimmy Rawlins Dance Studio. At one time my sister and some of her friends became volunteer dance parters/instructors there when they were teens. If I remember correctly, Jimmy's son (Charles?) was in my sister's class at IC and maybe Watterson. Naturally, I had to grab my cellphone and "bing" Jimmy Rawlins. He retired 6 years before his death in 2012 at age 93 from dementia. His old building had been torn down and he had operated another studio for a while somewhere on Lane Avenue prior to retiring. Apparently Jimmy was internationally known and well respected for his talents in ballroom dance. 

I was wondering if any of our classmates were ever dance students of his. Maybe that's where Wilchek learned how to Limbo, or some others learned the Twist, Mashed Potatoes or the Locomotion 💃😂! Let us know if this is where you learned all those sock hop moves! 

Jim 

Harold Clark

my wife (mrs.c) took ball room dancing from jimmy.   Mrs C's brother, professor of dance at the ohio state university, taught Jimmy's daughter a dance major.  she was a tap dancer.

David Mitchell

So, the boy was a dancer you say?

Here's another IC Alum (and my childhood neighbor) Mimi Rosseau

(sort of rehashing a previous post about her. Video from back in teh 70's - just saw her again in one of those PBS oldies music shows as a backup singer)

(added later: Mimi's group was called "Spittin Image" and apparently they were quite popular. They have quite a few videos on YouTtube and put out several albums. I still have one that Mimi gave me yeafs ago.

(possibly the worst outfit of all time - maybe?)

ssea 

David Mitchell

Jim,

Not everything sacred about Clintonville is gone. Last time I checked, if you wonder up further north on High Street into those wild northern regions of Clintonville near Garden Road (into the land of the infamous "OLP Boiz"), you will still find "Eagles Candies" operating out of their tiny shop, built onto their house (and making some of the best chocloate candy on the planet!!!!).           I beleive they are cousins of Mary Motil's family.

Just next door is an old house with a Violin repair shop upstairs. How many of those have you ever seen? 

And just across the stree is the Beechwold Hardware - the tiniest hardware store with more stuff than you can imagine - including a framed and mounted "chainsaw" - which is a joke with a short link of thick chain connected at both ends of a hacksaw - hanging above the wall in between the two rooms of the store. I think it has been hanging there since before the siging of the Magna Carta. One can learn everything about Beehwold society news while waiting in line for the cash register. There is only one cash register, and Saturday mornings the line can get to be 18 people deep, so you have plenty of time getting to know what's up with the person in front or in back of you in line. All the Beechwold news that is NOT fit to print plus entire chapters of world history have been shared in this line.

But a few things have passed from our midst. I beleive the Beechwold Pharmacy is now owned by a big chain - Walgreens or CVS maybe? But during a semi-recent visit - maybe 8 years ago - they still had a real soda fountain with individual round seats along the counter that you could spin around while you sat on them. It doens't get much more "cool" than that.

Janie Albright (Blank)

For you Aquinas boys, I was hunting for something and came across this tidbit. Whoever cut out this clipping didn't take a Journalism class and know to cut out the date as well. Based on the fact my father, Had Albright, graduated from high school in 1927 and his brother Bob was 2 years older this is probably from 1925. Bob was attending East and my dad Aquinas (although he ended up at East). I'm sure this is going to be hard to read since I copied from a 95 year old newspaper clipping. My dad went on to be a club pro until the war where he suffered an injury and never played professionally again. Although a beautiful swing always. 
 

Mark Schweickart

Dave – I did not mean to imply that Trini Lopez's version of Lemon Tree was better than Peter, Paul and Mary's, but rather that it was the one I remember being played on the radio back in our day. I don't think PPM's version got much airtime, and as I said, their's apparently was from our grade school days. Therefore, I  thought Trini's was probably the one Dr. Jim was asking about.

Jim  – As for taking dance lessons, that was not something in my world back then. I did not stumble onto (and I do mean stumble) until I was in my late 40's when I became aware of he resurgence of interest in 40's Swing Music with its corresponding Jitterbug and Lindy-Hop dance moves that was happening here in L.A. (and elsewhere no doubt) in the late 90's. Newly single again, I was looking for a way to meet women other than hanging out in bars, and a friend of mine recommended I check out dance classes given by The Pasadena Ballroom Association. Well, that sounded stuffy and hardly what I was looking for, but he insisted that if I signed up for the Swing classes I woukld be pleasantly surprised. Boy, was I ever. It was a clumsy process for me, with me muttering to myself, "C'mon, Mark, you can do this. You learned how to ski in your 40s without killing yourself. C'mon you can rock-step, triple-step, triple-step, rock-step." And slowly I began picking it up. 

The first night I went, as I sat on the sidelines waiting for the class to start, a guy sitting next to me said, "By the way, be careful. Lot's of folks who come here wind up getting married." And true enough, that's how I met my wife Maddy a few years later. 

Here's a tongue in cheek song I wrote from the point of view of a very confident dancer full of far too much bravado.The music is made up of loops from Apple Garage Band. I just did the lyrics and the vocal. And as you will surmise, even though I never learned the Mash Potato or the Locomotion, if you want help with a Lindy Swing-Out, the Shorty George, the Shim Sham, a Johnny's Drop, or the Texas Tommy, I'm your man.

David Mitchell

Janie,

That article is precious!

Took me a while to read that small print, but the writer gives incredible detail and it must be so much fun to have that in print. I wonder who that writer, "SHY" is?  And the article mentions the name "Noon, which sounds like another name I seem to recall knowing in our family.

And would you mind telling us where the name "Had" came from?

Every time I think of the "Elks Golf Course" I think f my dad, who grew up caddying on the "Old Elks Golf Course" (now the Ohio School for the Deaf and the Ohio School for the Blind) - up on Morse Road. Dad learned to play there with his caddying buddies and one of his older brothers (with the odd name of David). Dad talked about it all his life. They had moved from 10th Avenue to a new house on Acton Road and they had to ride the "streetcar' as far north as it went, and then walk miles to get to the course.

p.s. my dad also started at Aquinas, but his mother pulled him out after freshman year and sent him to North. He was so bad in Algebra that he would come home every day with swollen knuckles from the old priest who taught his Allgebra class and would whip his outstretched hands with a long stick on a desk top for being so "backward".

David Mitchell

All this talk of Aquinas.........hmmmmmm.........be forewarned.

There appears to be a hint of something gradually emerging from more recent findings of the Beaufort County "Crustacean Code" breakers that may have a connection with Aquinas. Y'all gonna be the first to know.

And to paraphrase the Georgia Secretary of State, "Oysters don't lie".

Janie Albright (Blank)

Dave, my dad was named Harry Lawrence Aloysius. He was 5th of 6 and they were half Irish and pronounced Harry with an aa sound not rhyming with airy. So his sisters shortened it to Had and it stuck all his life. "Shy" was Cyril Sherlock and his nickname was Shy. He was a lifelong friend. My dad's family lived on Berkeley Rd. off Bryden and belonged to Holy Rosary parish. His oldest sister was a Dominican. And he had a cousin who was a Jesuit.

Joseph D. McCarthy

Sorry for the interruption ( No you're not) but I just finished talking with Dick (Richard) McNamara.

He's doing about as good as the rest of us.  He even said that he and his wife Jayne have gotten out for dinner at least one time.  Dick was a Deacon at his church for many years; I think he once said it has seating for about 3,000.  He has left that church over a disagreement with the new minister/pastor and they now belong to a nicer church with only 300 members; although they haven't been since Covid entered the picture.  His wife, Jayne, has been fighting C.O.P.D for a number of years.  He also told me he has lost eight friends so far this year.

Otherwise he sounds fine and is very upbeat.  We talked about hoping we can get together for lunch or something next year if I make it back to Columbus.

Now you can return to Trini Lopez or Peter, Paul, and Mary, which ever version of Lemon Tree you prefer.

Until my next interruption.

Joe

David Mitchell

Janie,

I was extra curious because that same uncle David that I mentioned in my post was (I think) David Hadd Mitchell - named after a grandmother's maiden name (I think). She emigrated to the U.S. from Ireland as a very young girl and was actually an "indentured" servant to a wealthy English woman in Springfield Mass. who abused her and referrred to her as "tha stupid Irish girl".  She apparantly received her freedom at about age 18 and got a job washing dishes in a tavern in Springfiled where my dad said a sign in the front window warned  "No niggers, dogs, or irish allowed". She was only permitted to enter through the back kitchen door. 

That same uncle Dave and my dad actually caddied in the 1926 U.S. Open held at Scioto C.C. which was won by Bobby Jones. Dad would have been 15 and Uncle Dave about 18. Dad told me that Uncle Dave was still carrying a bag for someone on the final day - which in those days was still 36 holes (two rounds) and would indicate that his player was one of at least the final 8. I only know that it was not Jones. Gene Sarazan and Walter Hagen were among that last 8 players. Wish now that I could trace that little bit of history. 

Growing up I rarely saw Uncle Dave as he had moved to California as a younger man. But when we were together, family menbers always jokingly called him "David Hadd" and called me "David will have". 

David Mitchell

Joe,

One of these days I would love to join you for that lunch with Dick. Haven't seen him since I said goodbye to Bill in the hospital the day before I left for South Carolina. Those twins and I go waaaay back to kindergarden at Glenmont School. And our parents were good friends.

After moving back to Columbus and seeing those two a few times, I witessed their old childish mischief with a lunch at a bar in short north. They showed up in identilcal 3-peice suits and kept deliberately consfusing the poor waitress as to which one of them was which, and who ordered what. I couldn't stop laughing. 

David Mitchell

I'm going to pour some very cold water on the Forum fun, but for reasons I think are gravely important. 

I have been meaning ot mention this topic for some time but chose today since a landmark article ("The Children of Pornhub") came out yesterday in the New York Times. And the story is rapidly gaining worldwide attention. It was written by an award winning journalist named Nicholas Kristof. I plan to pass this on to everyone I know, on every means of communication I can. 

Kristoff, a pulitzer prize winner, pubished an article after much research on an internet porn site called "Pornhub" - which deals with sexual exploitation on a massive scale and overlaps with human trafficking.

I have been following the topic of Human Trafficking, Child Trafficking, and Sex Trafficing for about three yeras now, and it's much much worse than the world seems to realize. Kristof's article is published, I think, in cooperation with a site called "Exodus Cry" which is one of three sites I have been reading fo the past few years.

(Note: Exodus Cry just made news with the receipt of a donation, followed the taking back of the donation by actress Melissa McCarthy over their stance against homosexuality. Make of that what you wish.)

But if that puts you off, Exodus Cry is only one of three sites I follow on this worldwide problem. The other two are "World Without Exploitaion", and "Destiny Rescue". After a quick search, I would guess there are dozens of other sites devoted to this problem. They all make the same point, that the problem is massive and world wide.

Canadian government officials were shocked to read the article. Pornhub is apparantly located in Montreal.  

The problem of human trafficking is worldwide and much larger than we have been aware. I wish I could pull up the documatary that Exodus Cry has produced. It would make you sick and/or make you cry.

The Pornhub site monetizes such thigns as child rape and viovlent masochistic sex - and is heavily involved with those in the "trafficking" business.  

About two years ago, I learned to my surprise that the number one criminal activity here in Beaufort County is Human Trafficking, and no one seemed to know it outside of a few on the sherrif's task force.

NOTE - 2 things:

1) this is NOT anything to do with the wacky false Qnon conspiracy theories about child trafficking in Democratic cirlces of our Congress. this stuff is widely documented.

2) These sites contain proof beyond any stretch of the imagination that Porn is NOT a victimless crime. Some of the stories are simply mind boggling!

Even if you cannot stomach some of the details, I hope you will be more aware of this issue.  

And I hope we get back to more fun topics. I just feel complelled to make as much noise about this as I can. These are the things we like to sweep under the rug, but I just can't keep silent about this one.

Joseph D. McCarthy

Dave M., your wish is my command.  Next time I'm going to Columbus i will attempt to set a date for our usual lunch with Dick and include you.  And probably the two hundred others that would like to see that rascal.

Now on the brighter side.  Halifax, Nova Scotia just delivered their annnual Christmas present to Boston recently.  The major Christmas tree that they have been donating in gratitude to Boson for many years.  Probably, except for Dave who has been around and seen so much, was alive when in 1917 two ships collided in Halifax harbor resulting in a fire.  Unfortunately, one was carrying explosives headed for Europe for World War I.  The explosion killed about one-third of the cities population and many homes and businesses.  It was so strong that records discuss the fact that survivors could see the bottom of the harbor.  When word got out a gentleman in Boston got together a train load of supplies, including medical, and through a snow storm raaced for two days to get to Halifax.  Then they took charge in setting up relief faciliies.  Halifax never forgot, even when the U.S.A. and Canada were not on the best of terms.

Now to change the subject for my next intrusion.  Hint, that's a warning; or is it a threat.  Stay tuned.

Joe

Michael McLeod

Janie: I love the old-school, parlour-room eloquence of that newspaper clipping. Journalism of another day. 

Lawrence Foster

A piece of Christmas art.  I have about 3 more that I will post in the upcoming days.

Joseph D. McCarthy

And now for the TRUE story of the time I heard the voice from a higher being in the skies over Central Ohio.

It was a Friday during a summer either after my Junior or Senior year in high school; I know because I was driving.  Anyway, I was working for a rental firm delivering things such as hospital equipment.  Late that Friday afternoon they received a request to quickly deliver an electric hospital bed for someone being released from a hospital in Lancaster, Ohio.  To be delivered to an address in Lancaster, Ohio.  I quickly loaded up a station wagon with everything and headed for Rt. 33 heading South.  I was playing the radio, WCOL, loudly and rushing (Al do not read speeding, even if I was).  When I heard his voice clearly above the sound of the radio.  "Slow Down."  I turned the radio down and looked all around,, but their was NO one in sight.  Then I heard his voice again, "I said slow down now!!!"  I immediately slowed down to below the speed limit as I rounded a curve in the road..  It was then that I saw the Ohio State Patrol Helicopter flying to my right.  Now that I had slowed, he took off in a Westerly direction, probably after someone else.

Joe