Yeeee Haaaa! Howard Dean supposedly dipping a toe in the pool for a presidential run

Yes. Howard Dean. It’s like Jerry Brown being elected governor of California. It’s one of those things that makes liberals and conservatives alike shake their heads to see if the whole things is real.

Don’t get me wrong. I admire both Dean and Brown as politicians. Both seem a little out there. I imagine people think the same of me. But Dean as a presidential candidate? He is a bit more liberal than I am. With the current political split in the population, I don’t think anyone too far from the center is viable for a real shot at the Oval Office. That means that carpet/tea-bagger from Canada who masquerades as a Hispanic Texas U.S. senator as well as Dr. Dean.

And Hillary? Jeez. I just don’t know. She has paid her dues as a U.S. senator, I’ll give her that. I also would really like to see a woman, a great woman, elected president. I’m not sure she is that person. But provided she runs, she has the front-runner status. If she was the last man standing after the party primary process, then, I don’t know. I might have to hold my nose and vote. I imagine a lot of people on both sides of the political spectrum might do that.

“Black Hawk Down” author shines again in local “who-done-it” manslaughter

 

Mark Bowden is one of the more interesting American non-fiction writers of recent years. The former Philadelphia Inquirer staff writer is probably most famous for “Black Hawk Down: A Story of Modern War.” The book, of course, was turned into a 2001 Ridley Scott film but it is more than just cliche to say the book was better than the movie. The movie was good and the book was great. A contributing editor at “Vanity Fair” magazine, his most recent work to catch my attention is set in my own back yard.

“The Body in 348” is a page-turner of a murder mystery even though it can be found on the May 2013 “Vanity Fair” Website. That, plus the fact that I already knew how the story ended. It is one of those stories that is full of “being all it’s not.” For one, the term “homicide” is a legal technicality. The real crimes, perhaps stupidity the one crime to which the killer could not be held, were more accurately manslaughter with perhaps a bit of obstruction hither and yon.

When I first heard that the death at the MCM Elegante hotel in September 2010 was being investigated as a homicide I found too many parts to the puzzle missing. That isn’t unusual here in Beaumont, Texas, where petroleum landman Greg Fleniken, was found dead near his hotel room door. For a quite some time now, this city of some 118,000 on the upper Texas coast, has not had the most inquisitive news media. This is especially true when it comes to crime stories. Local law enforcement has not had a reputation for an overabundance of cooperation in stories in which news people ask and cops answer. It has mostly been a go-along-to-get-along sort of arrangement between the press and police. That isn’t being hypercritical of the police. They are not expected to give away the keys to all the investigative secrets. The damning goes to timid editors, as well as TV news directors. Today’s story in the Beaumont Enterprise is well-written and what gave me the inspiration for this blog post.

But this homicide was even more sketchy than most that are reported on the market’s three TV stations, in its daily newspaper and two weeklies. The latter includes a tabloid that has been an organ for certain local trial lawyers and a tort-reform courthouse reporter planted by the U.S. Chamber of Commerce to help “shame” what has long been called a “judicial hellhole” for civil defendants.

Fleniken was doing nothing more odious that watching Iron Man 2 on the television when he met a most violent death, the cause of which was a gunshot wound to the groin that caused massive interior wounds and bleeding. It would take assistance from a private investigator Bowden introduced in a previous VF article to help a local detective determine that it was indeed a gunshot wound and not an ultra-violent kick in the crotch as the Jefferson County Medical Examiner had originally theorized.

This story isn’t one built from those typical TV-type private eye and local cop-style relationships in which each is out for their own agenda. Both private investigator Ken Brennan and Beaumont Det. Scott Apple both seemingly were a fortunate team. And even though Bowden notes Jefferson County pathologist Dr. Tommy Brown as initially reluctant to accept the gunshot wound as cause of death over a swift kick, the story shows how death investigations are often an exercise in inches and that natural folds in the scrotum were as good a hiding place for an entrance wound as one might find.

Lance Mueller and two other Wisconsin electricians were in the room next door to Fleniken drinking beer after a long day doing work at a local refinery. Other than getting buzzed, Mueller’s biggest mistake was bring up a 9-mm handgun from his vehicle and as can sometimes happen a round went through the wall and into Fleniken’s interior via his scrotum. They all went out to the bar after that, hoping, not foolishly as it turned out, that the gunshot through the wall didn’t hit anything or anyone. The next morning, the men knew that something bad happened as police were investigating the death.

Mueller was eventually sentenced to 10 years in prison. A story in today’s local daily said Fleniken’s wife is filing suit against the Elegante, its security firm, as well as Mueller and his coworkers.

So many fictional crime dramas and even the non-fictional ones have motives rooted in all manners of devious plots ranging from insanity to jealousy to greed. The so-called “misdemeanor murders,” crimes of stupidity are often overlooked as uninteresting with little to learn from the resolution of such tragedies. Leave it to a world-class writer like Mark Bowden who can take a borderline-accident and turn the story into a fascinating who-done-it with much that can be learned from something so senseless.

 

Want to bid on a private jet flight? Then fill up that empty leg with a bid, if you’re not too chicken

Are you a leg man? How about a leg woman? Well, my friends, legs might be in your traveling future if you like a little Internet crap-shooting. Here is an offer that might even match Bill Shatner “negotiating a deal” for you on behalf of Priceline. What is the new magic travel wave of the future? Why it is the quest to fill an “empty leg.”

A company called EmptyLegMarket LLC, has announced a new iPhone app on which one may name their price on chartering a private jet. Were you hearing me right? I think so. EmptyLeg customers can bid on chartering an entire private jet by simply entering when they want to go to, the amount they are willing to pay, and their payment information. Within 24 hours of submitting a bid a customer will be notified if their bid was accepted by one of the company’s jet operators.

“Nobody in the industry has an iPhone app allowing you to name your price to charter a private jet,” says Elliott Schwartz, Director of Operations for EmptyLegMarket, in a PRNewswire release.

I do not doubt that.

The EmptyLegMarket Website explains that an “Empty Leg” refers to a market term for unsold charter jet flight segments. Most of those segments listed for current empty legs require a call for a quote while others say $1 USD or USD $536. For instance, a current empty leg listing for a Saturday evening from Eagle County, Colo., to Hooks airport in Houston, on board a turboprop Pilatus PC-12 is up for bid starting at USD $1. Let the bid wars begin!

Well, it sounds interesting and potentially expensive. Whether this app will turn you on to something magical and even an economical alternative to commercial flight is the big question. I suppose one must call to ask what the flight really costs. Nevertheless, you may find some things on this ‘net suite that is a bargain. My advice though is to not count your flying chickens before they hatch. Nor should you plan your flight with the thought of a single dollar floating inside your head.

Dealiest Catch not just in Bering Sea

Millions of viewers watch the adventure-soap “Deadliest Catch” each week pitting Alaskan crab fishermen against the cruel Bering Sea.

The drama of grown men gets as old as quick, maybe quicker, than that of women young and old. But I do like the dramatic quality of the photography. Those of you who have sailed in harrowing gale or tropical storm waters should appreciate the pounding and rodeo-ride the crabbers must get from those serious waves.

Danger is no stranger to those who trap crabs. For many years it was the most dangerous job in the country. Stricter regulations have made the fishing safer, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics. Still, the job is not a cakewalk. And that is true whether you fish the crazy waters of the Bering Sea or the mostly calm back bays of the Gulf Coast.

A case in point is the search taking place about 20 miles southeast of where I sit.

The Coast Guard and local authorities from Port Arthur, Texas, and Jefferson County began searching the Sabine Lake area Sunday afternoon for a 56-year-old Bridge City man. A Coast Guard news release said the “pleasure craft” in which Tran was boating collided with the tug and barge Father Seelos. Authorities found the submerged boat. Although the Coasties dubbed the smaller vessel as a pleasure craft, local media have reported that the boat was used for crabbing. Most crabbers — if not most in seafood — in Tran’s area are Vietnamese who first settled in Port Arthur after being plucked from flotillas trying to escape after the 1975 fall of Saigon.

 

Coast Guard and local authorities found this boat belonging to John Tran, who is missing in Sabine Lake. Photo by Petty Officer Manda Emery
Coast Guard and local authorities found this boat belonging to John Tran, who is missing in Sabine Lake. Photo by Petty Officer Manda Emery

One time about 15 years ago I traveled in the early but humid Southeast Texas morning to catch a crab boat with a man whose name, if I am not mistaken, was Tran. I don’t know if this was the same man because he used his given name. My photographer buddy Bullet Bob and I sailed from Bridge City through the bayous and into Sabine Lake to do a feature on this hard-working man whose waters were much calmer than those found in the Bering. But the sea wasn’t our Mr. Tran’s most pressing concern.

Sabine Lake is a 90,000-acre estuary in which the Sabine and Neches Rivers empty. It likewise forms the boundary between Texas and Louisiana. Like other seafood fished from Sabine Lake, anglers, shrimpers, crabbers and all the rest search for finite resources. Pressure is exerted on crabs and fish by fellow marine harvesters — commercial and sport — plus the waterways serve busy ports hauling petrochemicals as well as the Intracoastal Canal and its Southern State barge traffic. The 75-foot x 33-foot Father Seeros was en route to Baton Rouge, according to maritimetraffic.com.

A culture clash was also an inevitable outcome when Vietnamese fishermen met Southeast Texas rednecks. Not all of us are. But I can recall hearing some ya-hoo telling our crabber and his home folks to whom he was speaking in his native language on the CB to “get the shit out of your mouth.” Not very nice indeed.

Our crabber’s take that day was just a few but it was worth the trip that morning, he said. If the sea doesn’t get you something else is always there it seems. Mr. Tran has not been seen in more than 24 hours but authorities are still looking.

“We’re utilizing all efforts possible to locate the missing person,” said Senior Chief Petty Officer Joshua Tidey, a Coast Guard spokesman for the Houston-Galveston area.

 

Going to Lafayette or parts east? Don’t let the Beaumont traffic tie you up.

Expect a tie-up on Interstate-10 nearing the Neches River bridge about 80 miles east of Houston. You see, this is actually a normal condition for those of us who live in and around Beaumont. The Neches River bridge — actually named the Purple Heart Memorial Bridge but shoulda been named the George Jones Bridge — is under renovation until who knows when. Right now it is the eastbound lane getting backed up but eventually the westbound lane will have its share. Although, the westbound side will probably get stacked on the Orange County side. Serves them right for failing to vote for George Jones.

At this moment, the eastbound lane on I-10 in Beaumont is backed up some six miles or so from the bridge. That is right before you get to the Washington Boulevard overpass. So if you are reading this while driving. STOP!!! That’s a very stupid thing to do.

A pretty good rule of thumb during construction on the EB side of the bridge is to avoid it at all costs during rush hours. Yes, we get those too. I would not even attempt to cross the bridge on Friday afternoon. During the rest of the week, you should check out this map. It gives a pretty good representation of the live traffic.

But what if you are going to gamble at Delta Downs or the Lake Charles boats? Or perhaps you are going down to Lafayette to do the Cajun twist. Perhaps you might just decide to visit a friend in New Alluns. He be in Harvey and you can find him easy because he stays by his Moms like always, dat is, if he ain’t out chootin’ some bones or maybe even some alleygator. That might not be how the New Alluns people speak, but this here blog it ain’t about etymology nor is about words. And it sho’ nuff ain’t about no double negative. Right on?

That reminds me, I was talking to this creole dude from Thibodaux or some place like that and after every sentence he be saying “right on,” right on? Man, this cat was talking about some bar fights and people bringing knives to gunfights and allus kinda s**t! Right on? Right on.
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That also remind me. One of my favorite bayou boogie song was a tune called “Cajun Twist.” I hadn’t heard it in a long time but heard that dude who say “choot it” on the alligator show “Swamp People.” I think his name is Troy. He was half singing and half humming a verse while he was doing something or other. And trut’ be tole, he weren’t doing much to either half on that song. Which, I suppose is just as good as sticking to the original lyrics when you do have the vocal blessings.

So, I have given you Randy and the Rockets, doing that old Cajun Twist. And I will give you some alternate routes to Louisiana while I am at it.

There are a couple of ways to get to Louisiana without having to go through Beaumont while this $59 million bridge renovation is under way. And it’s easy to find those ways. All you need is this magical device. It’s called a map.

Everyone needs to learn how to use a map.  Have you a jumbo kinda time whether you be headed to Louisiana or Texas-ana. Have fun this weekend. Stay safe.

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