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PRESS RELEASE – For Immediate Release
On August 16, 2014 at approximately 5:09pm, Jordan Officers were dispatched to the State Amateur Baseball Tournament at the Mini Met ballpark to meet with an adult female who reported her 9 year old son had been the victim of a potential child luring incident which had occurred 3 hours prior.
Officers interviewed the 9 year old who described he had been watching baseball from the area behind the concession stand when approached by an adult white male. The male asked the 9 year old two times to follow him to a secluded area behind the grandstand. The 9 year old told the male he could not go with him as his parents told him to stay close to the concession stand. The suspect male then walked away towards the grandstand with no further contact. The incident was unwitnessed.
The 9 year old fully
described the suspect white male as being 25 to 30 years old, 6 feet tall with
an athletic build, short blond hair, no facial hair or glasses, a large amount
of tattoos on his forearms, and wearing shorts and a t-shirt with a black and
red color combination.
No additional like incidents have been reported and the Jordan Police Department believes the suspect male may have been from out of town.
The Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension assisted the Jordan Police Department in creating a composite sketch of the suspect male to distribute to Law Enforcement, The National Center for Missing and Exploited
Children, and the public.
The Jordan Police Department feels this is a good time for parents to speak with their children about the potential dangers of strangers. You can learn more about talking to your children about strangers at the National Crime Prevention Council website at http://www.ncpc.org/topics/violent-crime-and-personal-safety/strangers
Anyone with information concerning this event is urged to contact the Jordan Police Department at 952-492-2009.
If My Memory Serves Me Right . . . 8/27/14 Updated 12:30 PM
We took a weekend trip to Kewaunee, Wisconsin, to visit my brothers and assorted other family members. These trips always lead to a lot of reminiscing. And sometimes the memories get little tune-ups to make them consistent with what really happened. Sometimes, too, the perspective of the rememberer is brought out.
My Dad died in April of 1965. My older brother was home on leave from the Army. It was a difficult time.
The Milwaukee Braves were playing a lame-duck season before moving to Atlanta, and for whatever reason, we (more on the “we” in a bit) went to see a baseball game. County Stadium was almost empty – probably fewer than 3,000 fans in a stadium designed for 50,000. We had an entire section of good seats on the third base side all to ourselves. It was a perfect day for baseball. The ’65 Corvair got us to Milwaukee without drama. One drunken fan ten or fifteen rows down was calling Eddie Mathews a $30,000.00 bum. Players – even stars – made a lot less back then.
Somewhere in the midst of that forlorn game a Braves batter hit a curving line drive down the third base line. I can remember, plain as day, the puff of white chalk as the ball hit the line. And the ump called it foul.
I remember Joe Torre running out of the dugout and jawing with the umpires. I remember the theatrical gestures, and how Torre challenged the umps to go take a closer look. They refused. Torre went by himself, and got tossed for his effort.
The Braves were playing a double header. Between games, a member of the grounds crew came out and swept away the evidence on the chalk line.
And then . . . nothing. I can’t remember anything else about that day.
So, almost fifty years later, I asked Mike if he remembers that day? Yes, or course!
Did he remember driving me and Richard Ruminsky to the game? Nope, it was you, me and Mom. (I don’t remember Mom at the game. How is that possible?)
Did he remember the umpire, Art Wyer, making the call? Yes, but it was Lee Wyer – not Art. Kind of a big fella.
Did Mike remember calling him . . . Yeah, I called him HighPockets because he wore his pants so high over his waist.
Darn, I can’t remember who hit the . . . Gene Oliver.
My Swee’ Pea thinks I remember everything. Not true. And some of what I remember is peppered with little holes.
Thank God for family get togethers.
It’s That Time Again
My lawn signs are starting to disappear.
ignoramuses in town seem to not realize that stealing candidate lawn signs is
three crimes in one:
1. Trespassing with criminal intent
3. Civil Rights Violation (free speech protected by the first amendment)
But then, we knew signs would disappear, right. I wonder where they are?
A Reader Responds
Jeff Will wrote regarding last week’s JUG. Referring to the STRIB reporter, he said; My quote was "who would buy a building for $150,000 and stick another $100-$200 to bring it up to code when you could build something new for less.
What the STRIB printed was; "Who’s going to pay $150,000 for an old brick building that needs structural repairs when a new one can be built for less?"
The difference is subtle, but Mr. Will wants people to know he’s aware of what buildings cost. And I think we can all safely assume Mr. Will meant one or two hundred thousand dollars. Two hundred bucks wouldn't even cover the building permits.
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