Tuesday, July 31, 2007


On November 10, 2006, Frank Bingham and his wife, Becca decided to take the light rail downtown for a little outing with their children, Macie, 4 and Garrison, 2. They got some hot chocolate, then started across the street at the intersection of Arapahoe and 15Th Street. Lawrence Trujillo and his passenger, Eric Snell, had spent the past few hours hitting bars and strip clubs. Trujillo, who was so intoxicated that he later said he couldn't remember even driving the pickup truck he was in, blew through the red light at the intersection and hit the Bingham family, killing Becca and the two children and injuring Frank. Witnesses said the brake lights came on briefly after the impact, then the truck sped away. The front license plate, which later would be used to identify Trujillo as the killer, was torn loose by the force of the crash and was left at the scene. A security camera at the intersection also caught the accident on tape.

Yesterday, Mr. Trujillo appeared in court in what was supposed to be a status hearing preliminary to his trial next week. Instead, Mr. Trujillo pleaded guilty to all 13 counts against him There was no plea bargain or any other deal; he just decided that he would take his punishment and not make Frank Bingham relive the horror of that night, especially the video of his wife and children being shredded by the truck. By doing this, Trujillo virtually guarantees himself a true life sentence. He could be sentenced to a total of 174 years in prison. He is now 36 years old.

I think that this is one of the most remorseful defendants I have ever seen. I certainly don't condone what he did. There was absolutely no excuse for it and he deserves to be severely punished. Judging from his demeanor and attitude, I would not be surprised if he spent the remainder of his life on his knees, praying for the souls of the people he killed and asking forgiveness. I hope that, by putting an end to the legal part of this situation, Frank Bingham can find some peace and move forward with his life. I'm sure that he will never forget but, maybe someday, he can forgive.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.
Oyez. By order of HRH Dr. Mom, here be my official birthday post, albeit slightly early. As you can see, the serving wenches were hitting the mead before putting the candles on the cake but, what the hey.
Wow. It's hard to believe that I am going to be 60 years old. 6 decades. 12 lustrums. 3 score. 3/5 of a century. It seems like it was just a little while back that I was starting my first real job as a file clerk with a major insurance company while I went to college. Now, 42 years later, I am a vice-president with that same company. I guess I have such a winning smile that they couldn't bear to fire me. That and I have pictures of the CEO and his assistant in flagrante (not really, Joe, relax). I have a few less teeth than I had then and a lot more poundage but, all in all, I feel pretty good for someone on the verge of decrepitude.
I plan to spend Monday doing some old man stuff, like fishing and/or golf.I just want to relax a bit and ponder the meaning of life. My wife will be taking me out to dinner at a restaurant of my choosing (I'm thinking steak). Should be a relaxing day. Hope you all have a good one, too.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Yankee Dimes
I just read a very touching post at this blog:http://chellestales.blogspot.com/. I encourage you to read it.
I have been having a similar experience. My mother always called little kisses Yankee dimes, which is an old Southern expression if you have never heard the term before. When I was a boy, she would come up behind me, hug me and say, "Give me a Yankee dime and I'll let you go." She passed away in 1999 and, since then, I have been finding dimes everywhere.
The occurrence that really got to me was last year. The pieces of her furniture that no one in the family wanted had gone from her apartment to a storage unit to our garage over the last 7 years. I finally decided it had to go and called a local charity to come pick it up. I moved the pieces onto the driveway and swept the floor where the furniture had sat for so long. After I swept, the wind came up and blew more stuff into the garage so I swept again. As the people were loading the furniture, I felt a pretty strong pang to see it going at last. I felt guilty about giving her things away as these were things that were fairly dear to her and I was just discarding them like nothing. With some tears in my eyes, I went back into the garage to sweep it one last time. As I looked over the floor to see if I had missed anything, there, in plain sight where I had swept three times, lay a shiny dime. It was as if I were being told that everything was all right. I picked the dime up, kissed it and put it away. Then I cried.
I still find dimes from time to time but that time was the time that I truly felt her presence.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Happy Birthday to Us

Happy Fourth, folks. I hope you are all having a great day off, smoking a roast or a joint or whatever. I couldn't get this video to post so just follow the url for a slightly different take on the Sousa classic:


Enjoy and don't blow your hand off with an M-80.