THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1994, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: Sunday, August 7, 1994 TAG: 9408050285
SECTION: VIRGINIA BEACH BEACON PAGE: 03 EDITION: FINAL
LENGTH: Long : 150 lines
Tuesday, July 26
3:15 p.m. - London Bridge Road.
A black and white bumper sticker on the back of a rusted Ford pickup truck reads: Lost wife and dog - reward for dog.
- Holly Wester
11 p.m. - Chimney Hill.
A dog is barking and barking and barking.
A police officer arrives in the neighborhood, says there have been complaints and goes to check out the noise. After a few minutes he returns, saying Animal Control has already been there, but couldn't remove the dog - a pit bull - because it's too big to lift over its backyard fence. (No one is at home in the house.)
At first the officer asks for a ladder, intending to climb into the yard and get the dog. Then he reconsiders and calls Animal Control to get them to come back again and help him.
At 1 a.m. the dog is still barking.
- Alexis Smith
Wednesday, July 27
12:30 p.m. Wendy's Restaurant, Princess Anne Road.
A little blond girl is sitting in a high chair, enjoying her french fries. The mother and a friend are talking about which friends are pregnant and who has babies. The friend turns to the toddler, who looks to be about 2 and says ``Do you want a little baby brother or sister? Huh? Is that what you want?''
The impish girl stops in mid-fry and vehemently shakes her head ``no.''
``Oh, c'mon,'' the mother's friend continues. ``I'll bet that's what you would like.''
The toddler shakes her head again.
``NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!'' she yells. The two women laugh out loud and move onto another subject.
- Pam Starr
9:30 p.m. - 21st Street.
Two young women park in front of a small white house. A white pick-up truck is backing out of the driveway, while an older woman with silver hair waves goodbye to the occupants.
As the two young ladies get out of their red sports car, the driver is complaining about a button that has popped off of her black and cream colored blazer.
``Excuse me ma'am,'' the driver says to the homeowner. ``Would you happen to have a safety pin?''
A little stunned by the young woman in bell bottoms and platform shoes, the old woman says a surprising, ``Sure,'' and heads inside.
She emerges with two safety pins in hand. ``Do you want the big one or the small one?,'' she asks sweetly.
The older local repairs the jacket, hugs and kisses her new found friend on the cheek and whispers, ``God bless you.''
As the two walk into the darkness, the woman yells, ``Have a good night!''
- Holly Wester
Thursday, July 29
7 p.m. - North End feeder road.
A tiny red, long-haired dachshund wanders out on to Atlantic Avenue from the oceanside. Drivers who see the little dog slam on their brakes. Folks walking on the feeder road wave their hands in horror or hide their eyes when other drivers navigate around the cars that have stopped.
The little dog, totally confused, sits down in the middle of the road.
A car pulls over on the median and a woman jumps out. But the dog, startled by a strange human, takes off again straight down the middle of the busy road. The woman, risking getting hit herself, raises her hands to stop the cars in all four lanes,
The rescuer isn't able to catch the tiny dog, but it does safely hightail back down the side street from which it came. The woman returns to her car, safe also.
- Mary Reid Barrow
Saturday, July 30
3:15 p.m. - Pembroke Cinemas.
Twenty minutes into a matinee showing of ``The Lion King,'' two teenage males, complete with earrings and backward turned caps, swagger down the dark aisle trying to find seats. After crawling over two or three moviegoers, they plop down in seats near the center of the theater.
On the screen, the evil Scar sings about his dastardly intentions, and the two teens began talking loudly to one another, much to the dismay of the children, parents and couples nearby.
Then the musical number stops and theater quiets. The teens turn to the screen and stare.
``Oh! I like this part,'' one says.
The two then joke about some of the character's actions and begin to mimic the lions' lines word for word.
``It's to die for,'' the males say along with Scar.
The quoting lasts for 10 minutes. The young men then go on to watch the rest of the movie in relative silence, except for the occasional comment. Audience members sigh in relief.
- Larry W. Brown
11:10 p.m. - Pacific Avenue.
Four young women, out for a night together, are laughing as they walk down the street.
But the laughter comes to an abrupt halt when one points at a store across the street.
``Look,'' she says, referring to a building with paint splattered glass windows. ``That place is getting robbed.''
Two men dressed in dark clothing and masks, carrying long, loaded rifles, lurk around the empty establishment. For a few brief seconds, the wide-eyed women stare in astonishment, until one bursts into laughter.
The ``crime scene,'' Game Master U.S.A., is where local thrill-seekers go for a game of paintball. The ``deadly'' weapons, carried by the ``robbing'' teenagers, are filled with nothing but colorful, harmless paint.
- Holly Wester
Sunday, July 31
4:30 p.m. - Marina Shores Marina.
Anxious anglers, jumpy jet skiers and worried boat racers hurry to get out of the water before the afternoon storm explodes.
As the boats are being lifted out of the water one by one, riders check out the shapes, sizes and colors of their competitors.
Detailed in all capital letters, across a long and expensive racing boat are the words: CHILD SUPPORT.
- Holly Wester
Tuesday, Aug. 2
10:45 a.m. - Angie's Guest Cottage, 24th Street.
An English guest enters the front door at the bed and breakfast with a look of disgust on her face. She stops at the front desk and starts scratching at the angry-looking red spots on her legs and ankles.
``The mosquitoes are horrible out there!'' she exclaims to ``Angie,'' better known as owner Barbara Yates. ``Look at all these welts on my legs - and I just walked one block!''
Yates agrees with her and begins to scratch at the mosquito bites on her own legs.
``In the last few days the mosquitoes have been eating us alive, especially at night,'' she says. ``I've called Mosquito Control but I haven't seen anyone. They're driving us crazy!''
A few more scratches and the English guest is off to the nearest drug store to find relief.
- Pam Starr ILLUSTRATION: Photo by L. TODD SPENCER
Who needs an ocean?
Jason Conway of Virginia Beach used a little ingenuity and some help
from a friend to boogie on down 21st Street last Sunday. With a free
board and some rope, Conway rode the wake of this Jeep before the
street was closed due to flooding by one of last week's many
downpours. The intermittent showers sent sunbathers looking for just
such entertainment.
by CNB