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Badoo, as one sympathetic reporter noted, is a "photo-based hookup site".  It is not a site I had heard of prior to today, but, then, there is no denying the current popularity of web-based intercourse, and to each his own. This is Robert Austin Holcomb's oldest granddaughter on Badoo. As David S. Pumpkins might ask:  "Any questions?"

Yelp and TripAdvisor reviews are available for viewing by the public.  This is one of Robert Austin Holcomb's daughter's more recent failed business enterprises.  Perhaps some of the terrible reviews and the food tour's closing can be blamed on her over-reliance on Groupon or the unsuspecting goofball she off-loaded this dog onto in September 2014, but there are way too many of these classics recorded prior to Se ptember 2014 that mention her specifically by name, which has been masked to retain anonymity... Note:  Without a discount, tours were $50/person

So this is all information available to the public, because Twitter and Facebook, if you so choose (for example, if you have a brash, unapologetic, extroverted personality) are broadcast to the world. From a quick perusal, one can't help noting that Robert Austin Holcomb's daughter is REALLY, REALLY into eating and drinking.  For the most part (see below), she has apparently abandoned Facebook but continued to utilize Twitter over the past eight years mostly as a vehicle for promoting her latest business ventures.  Ignoring the Groupon stuff and the Platte River Food Truck fiasco, here are some of her better philosophical insights and observational tropes.  Enjoy, because my guess is, she will become a lot more discrete in the not-too-distant future: And then there is this relatively recent one, which you cannot fully appreciate the irony of unless, well, um, how should I phrase this?....

Since Robert Holcomb is on record as saying he receives hundreds of emails from his constituents every day, I am indeed lucky that he spends so much of his time corresponding with me. Here is an example of a recent exchange, prompted by my telephone call to his daughter, who runs a business with an on-line presence and contact information, including a (non-toll free) telephone number.  So you don't exactly have to be a genius to find her. Background:  She was unavailable to answer the call despite my calling during normal business hours on a weekday.  So I left a message, which I trust she saved, based on what ensued.  I clearly, slowly identified myself with my full name, and gave a telephone number twice, at the beginning and the end of the message.  I was alerting her to the fact that a recall was being organized of certain town board members including her father, that it was unfortunately going to get per...

Thanks for the help, everyone.  Please continue to offer suggestions/refinements. Mother Laura Eva (McCahan) Griffith born 11 December 1907 in Clay, Indiana (father Austin Griffith, mother Eva M. McCahan) Robert Austin Holcomb born 23 April 1945, only child Father "Bud" Holcomb died 25 March 1956 Mother Laura Griffith married Edward J. Hough 5 November 1957 Step-father Edward J. Hough died 14 October 1962 Graduated from Algona (Iowa) High School May 1963 First wave of U.S. combat troops enter South Vietnam 8 March 1965 Marriage deferment for Vietnam War ended September 1965 Married Joyce Anderson (daughter of Wilbert Martin Anderson (1911-1974) and Alice Leona Jeanette Larson Anderson Wallerstedt (1911-1986), first marriage 5 May 1936, second marriage 30 April 1983) Sunday, 18 December 1966, at the First Lutheran Church in Algona, Iowa, honeymooned in Minneapolis Graduated from University of Iowa 9 June 1967 - Liberal Arts major, B.A. Political Science Moved to Li...

I was puzzled when trustee Ron Norris and town administrator Frank Lancaster reacted so violently, and attacked me so personally, when I suggested the W.T. Parke pika be renamed, since Parke was a known pedophile, and that sort of behavior is generally frowned upon today.  Certainly old men consorting with yutes unable to legally consent is not a behavior we want to be celebrating in the company of outsiders - as Harvey Weinstein and James Toback discovered. [Update October 30:  And now Kevin Spacey and a resurrected Roman Polanski have really discovered.] I'm wondering if their consensual defense of non-consensual sex had something to do with this, which I stumbled upon in the "Spy" magazine archives...

My first visit to Haiti after the 2010 earthquake, I was such a rube.  I didn't even know if I was going to get there, the flight from Miami aborted on the runway because of fear for the safety of the pilot and crew (this because of an upswing in burning tire roadblocks and armed street gangs in Port-au-Prince, which makes me think it could have been as late as the winter of 2010-11).  I had tens of homemade (not by me) school backpacks stuffed with coloring books and other craft items to deliver, plus another suitcase full of Dollar Store knickknacks and toys, so I had to get in somehow. Thus ensued a cobbled-together back door entry into Cap-Haitien through Turks and Caicos (whose local pilots apparently weren't phased by burning tires), because, hey, suffering kids are suffering kids, no matter how far removed from the epicenter, and what else could a private individual, at the time unaffiliated with any of the government relief agencies, NGOs, or private seat-of-the-pant...

32nd floor, 64-year-old shooter, Route 91 Festival, at last count 58 dead... Give me a 7.  C'mon, 7. Yesterday afternoon, because I was bored, I checked round-trip flights to Las Vegas leaving tonight (Monday) from Denver, returning whenever. For no reason.  I wasn't planning on going, it was just a time-wasting exercise, like Googling the weather forecast for a place you are marginally interested in or have visited in the past, but have no intention of (re)visiting anytime soon. The cheapest flights were $94 round-trip on Frontier, or for a bit more, if you didn't want to get up at 4 in the morning (that early, I generally just find a comfortable chair at the airport the night before), a combination of Frontier and United. Today I checked the same flights, now especially for no reason, in particular those departing Denver for Las Vegas tonight, and they are holding at the same price.  Identical price Denver-Las Vegas tomorrow, matched by an additional carrier,...

Love the sentiment, not the attribution “what didn’t you do to bury me/ but you forgot that I was a seed” Dinos Christianopoulos (1931- ) Portions of Vladimir Nabokov’s “Lolita” were written, or at least conceived, in Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park.   Everyone turn to page 156, second paragraph, where Nabokov dismisses Iceberg Lake (evaporated) and the snow on Continental Divide (still here, although no longer what divides us).   Nabokov was writing from first-hand experience, not cribbing from Chamber-provided pamphlets and postcards. This was the summer of 1947, when Nabokov and his wife stayed for a week at the Columbine Lodge (gone), making at least one side trip to Tolland (gone, although already ghosting when they arrived) to hunt butterflies (his preserved at Harvard, what’s left dying), and no, he didn’t have a secret nymphet in tow.   Either on that 1947 trip or later, Nabokov’s son climbed Longs Peak, and signed the register.  ...