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Mismatched photos of Iranians trigger doubts

3/12/2014

KUALA LUMPUR, March 12 — Authorities’ decision to display what appears to be a combined image of the two Iranians who boarded missing

The photographs were displayed when Inspector-General of Police Tan Sri Khalid Abu Bakar revealed the identity of one of the dubious passengers as 19-year-old Pouria Nour Mohammad Mehrdad. But closer scrutiny of the still image of Pouria taken from surveillance footage and handed out to the media showed that it was a combination of his upper torso stapled over the legs of a second Iranian identified yesterday by Interpol as Delavar Seyed Mohammad Reza, 29.

The discovery had led to allegations that the images were manipulated using photo editing suite Photoshop, but closer inspection suggests the superimposition was physical. It is unclear why authorities opted to combine parts of Pouria’s image with Delavar’s that were captured when both were passing through a security checkpoint at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport on their way to board the still-missing MH370 flight.

The use of a stolen Austrian passport by Pouria and an Italian’s by Delavar had earlier fuelled suspicion of foul play in the plane’s disappearance, but authorities are now leaning towards the conclusion that they were only trying to smuggle themselves into Europe.

Investigation over the missing Beijing-bound airliner with 239 onboard has been marred by repeated incidents of apparent contradictions from authorities. -

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Grieving Father's Petition Could Change the Way People Dial 911

1/4/2014

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By Elise Solé, Shine Staff | Parenting

The father of a Texas woman who was killed in a hotel room, police believe by her estranged husband, is preserving her memory by lobbying to change 911 laws. He launched a petition which has garnered 342,000 signatures, that could potentially save millions of lives. Last month, authorities said, 31-year-old Kari Rene Hunt Dunn was meeting her soon-to-be ex-husband, Brad Allen Dunn, at the Baymont Inn & Suites in Marshall, Texas. Kari had her kids — aged 9, 4, and 3 — when Brad attacked her with a knife, authorities said. During the struggle, Kari's 9-year-old daughter attempted to call 911 but had no idea she had to dial 9 in order to get an outside line. As a result, her call was blocked by the hotel's phone system. Kari was found dead at the hotel, and Brad has since been arrested and is being held on a $5 million bond.

In response to his daughter's death, Hank Hunt, 54, has launched a Change.org petition urging U.S. lawmakers to enact "Kari's Law" which would require all hotels and motels to update their phone systems to Enhanced 911 (E911), allowing callers to connect to a 911 operator without dialing 9 first. The petition also requests that business telephone systems require those dialing an outside line to press 8, which would reserve the number 9 for dialing 911.

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The petition, addressed to U.S. Congressman Louis Gohmert, Texas Gov. Rick Perry, and the Wyndham Hotel Group (the chain that owns the Baymont Inn & Suites), has picked up serious steam. As of Friday morning, it had nearly 342,000 signatures and, according to Change.org representative Shareeza Bhola, it's the fastest-growing petition on the site, having gained more than 300,000 new signatures in the past week. "We pray the lawmakers in our Congress and Senate hear the cries of Kari and her children and enact a law requiring all hotel and motel chains, including all 'Mom & Pop' locations have all phone systems updated to E911 systems," Hunt writes on the Change.org page.

"The E911 system is effective in many states already, but we would like it to be required everywhere — hotels, schools, and office buildings," Hunt tells Yahoo Shine. "When someone calls 911, they're usually in a state of panic and may not realize that they need to dial 9 to get an outside line. My granddaughter is 9 years old and she wasn't taught to dial 9 first."

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Louis Gohmert, a Republican from Texas, agrees that there must be a change. "When a child dials 911, he or she must be able to get through a dispatcher," he tells Yahoo Shine. "We're in the process of researching ways to fix this issue. It may be more difficult with older phone systems, but for the majority, it's as simple as reprogramming. The bottom line is, this is doable."

The issue with calling 911 on multiline systems is three-fold, says Trey Forgety, director of government affairs at the National Emergency Number Association. In addition to the potential confusion about dialing an additional 9 first, there's another serious problem: While many phones have E911 systems in place (which also allow dispatchers to pinpoint the caller's specific location such as a hotel room), many do not. Also, not all hotels are equipped with notification systems that alert the front desk when a guest has dialed 911, which can slow down rescue efforts. "These are all issues we've been actively pursuing but there should be no issue from a technical standpoint," says Forgety.

In the meantime, Hunt hopes that something good can surface from Kari's death. "If these efforts can save just one life, it will be worth it," he says.

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The Lineman's Christmas Eve

12/24/2013

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by Kevin Hughes

'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring
‘Cause the power was out.

How could this happen?
What trouble could be?
The house is all dark,
Even the lights on the tree.

The lineman's asleep
All cozy and warm,
His power apparently
Was spared by the storm.

Deep into slumber
But soon to awake,
'Cause a tree on the line
has caused it to break.

The calls swamp the office.
"MY POWER IS OUT!
Get them here quickly,
‘cause I carry clout."

The dispatcher calls
And with a hint of despair,
He informs the lineman
The need repair.

In three or four hours
The trouble is found.
You see, the road didn't pass
Where the tree' went down.

After walking through snow
And fighting the storm,
The line is now clear
And the power is on.

And now it's the morning
The kids shout with glee,
And their eyes shine as bright
As the lights on the tree.

The lineman goes home now
As tired as can be.
The storm just ignored
It was his Christmas Eve.

He's not asking for praise
Or for you to applaud,
‘Cause according to him
It's just part of the job.

But please just remember
As you pick up the horn
And you call to the office
He may be out in the storm.

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S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald 38 Year Anniversary November 10, 2013

11/4/2013

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S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald 38 Year Anniversary November 10, 2013

RIVER ROUGE — A memorial service is planned for Sunday November 10, 2013 to remember the 29 men who died when the SS Edmund Fitzgerald sank in Lake Superior on Nov. 10, 1975.The ceremony is set for 6 to 8 p.m. and the heated tent open at 4:30 p.m. for viewing Edmund Fitzgerald artifacts, near the Mariners Memorial Lighthouse at Belanger Park, off Belanger Park Drive and Marion.

The event is held in River Rouge because that’s the city where the vessel was built in 1957 and ’58.
Several speakers will give their memories of the ship, including people who helped construct it and relatives of some of the deceased crewmen.

Artifacts, photographs and videos also will be on display and you can talk to the Fitz Ship Builders, past Crew Members and Fitz Family Members.

At 7:10 p.m. — the time the ship sank — a wreath will be tossed into the Detroit River. A bell will be rung 29 times in memory of each person who died.

A plaque presentation and lantern lighting is planned. Food and Refreshments will be provided free of charge.

Event organizer Roscoe Clark has a Web site devoted to the vessel, which contains several video clips and photos of the ship.

Earlier in the day, an Edmund Fitzgerald open house will be held from 4 to 5 p.m. at the River Rouge Historical Museum, 10750 W. Jefferson Ave.This year, the service will be web cast free of charge for those viewers all across the US and Canada.

This message was sent to the Hub911 in regard to a previous post that can be viewed here: http://www.hub911.com/2/post/2012/11/wreck-of-the-edmund-fitzgerald-nov-10-1975.html

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Yesterday Our History was Hell, Tomorrow this History was Written, Today... We Stand as One, As We Always Will.

9/12/2013

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On this day in 1814, Francis Scott Key pens a poem which is later set to music and in 1931 becomes America's national anthem, "The Star-Spangled Banner." The poem, originally titled "The Defence of Fort McHenry," was written after Key witnessed the Maryland fort being bombarded by the British during the War of 1812. Key was inspired by the sight of a lone U.S. flag still flying over Fort McHenry at daybreak, as reflected in the now-famous words of the "Star-Spangled Banner": "And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there."

Francis Scott Key was born on August 1, 1779, at Terra Rubra, his family's estate in Frederick County (now Carroll County), Maryland. He became a successful lawyer in Maryland and Washington, D.C., and was later appointed U.S. attorney for the District of Columbia.

On June 18, 1812, America declared war on Great Britain after a series of trade disagreements. In August 1814, British troops invaded Washington, D.C., and burned the White House, Capitol Building and Library of Congress. Their next target was Baltimore.

After one of Key's friends, Dr. William Beanes, was taken prisoner by the British, Key went to Baltimore, located the ship where Beanes was being held and negotiated his release. However, Key and Beanes weren't allowed to leave until after the British bombardment of Fort McHenry. Key watched the bombing campaign unfold from aboard a ship located about eight miles away. After a day, the British were unable to destroy the fort and gave up. Key was relieved to see the American flag still flying over Fort McHenry and quickly penned a few lines in tribute to what he had witnessed.

The poem was printed in newspapers and eventually set to the music of a popular English drinking tune called "To Anacreon in Heaven" by composer John Stafford Smith. People began referring to the song as "The Star-Spangled Banner" and in 1916 President Woodrow Wilson announced that it should be played at all official events. It was adopted as the national anthem on March 3, 1931.

Francis Scott Key died of pleurisy on January 11, 1843. Today, the flag that
flew over Fort McHenry in 1914 is housed at the Smithsonian Institution’s Museum
of American History in Washington, D.C.

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September 9th, 1776 - The United States of America gets its Name

9/9/2013

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in On This day in 1776, the Continental Congress formally declares the name of the new nation to be the "United States" of America. This replaced the term "United Colonies," which had been in general use.

In the Congressional declaration dated September 9, 1776, the delegates wrote, "That in all continental commissions, and other instruments, where, heretofore, the words 'United Colonies' have been used, the stile be altered for the future to the "United States."

A resolution by Richard Henry Lee, which had been presented to Congress on June 7 and approved on July 2, 1776, issued the resolve, "That these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent States…." As a result, John Adams thought July 2 would be celebrated as "the most memorable epoch in the history of America." Instead, the day has been largely forgotten in favor of July 4, when Jefferson's edited Declaration of Independence was adopted. That document also states, "That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be FREE AND INDEPENDENT STATES." However, Lee began with the line, while Jefferson saved it for the middle of his closing paragraph.

By September, the Declaration of Independence had been drafted, signed, printed and sent to Great Britain. What Congress had declared to be true on paper in July was clearly the case in practice, as Patriot blood was spilled against the British on the battlefields of Boston, Montreal, Quebec and New York. Congress had created a country from a cluster of colonies and the nation's new name reflected that reality.

From: This Day in History

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Enemies become friends, Charlie Brown & Franz Stigler

7/4/2013

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Brown's Crippled B-17 Stalked by Stigler's ME-109 Look the bomber over carefully, one engine is stopped, half of the tail is missing, fuselage is full of holes. (A staged photo)

The 21-year old American B-17 pilot glanced outside his cockpit and froze. He blinked hard and looked again, hoping it was just a mirage. But his co-pilot stared at the same horrible vision. "My God, this is a nightmare," the co-pilot said. "He's going to destroy us," the pilot
agreed.

The men were looking at a gray German Messerschmitt fighter hovering just three feet off their wingtip. It was five days before Christmas 1943, and the fighter had closed in on their crippled American B-17 bomber for the kill.

The B-17 pilot, Charles Brown, was a 21-year-old West Virginia farm boy on his first combat mission. His bomber had been shot to pieces by swarming fighters, and his plane was alone, struggling to stay in the skies above Germany . Half his crew was wounded, and the tail gunner was dead, his blood frozen in icicles over the machine guns.

But when Brown and his co-pilot, Spencer "Pinky" Luke, looked at the fighter pilot again, something odd happened. The German didn't pull the trigger. He stared back at the bomber in amazement and respect. Instead of pressing the attack, he nodded at Brown and saluted. What happened next was one of the most remarkable acts of chivalry recorded during World War II.

USAAF Lt. Charles Brown

Charles Brown was on his first combat mission during World War II when he met an enemy unlike any other.

Revenge, not honor, is what drove 2nd Lt. Franz Stigler to jump into his fighter that chilly December day in 1943. Stigler wasn't just any fighter pilot. He was an ace. One more kill and he would win The Knight's Cross, German's highest award for valor.

Yet Stigler was driven by something deeper than glory. His older brother, August, was a fellow Luftwaffe pilot who had been killed earlier in the war. American pilots had killed Stigler's comrades and were bombing his country's cities. Stigler was standing near his fighter on a German airbase when he heard a bomber's engine. Looking up, he saw a B-17 flying so low it looked like it was going to land. As the bomber disappeared behind some trees, Stigler tossed his cigarette aside, saluted a ground crewman and took off in pursuit.

As Stigler's fighter rose to meet the bomber, he decided to attack it from behind. He climbed behind the sputtering bomber, squinted into his gun sight and placed his hand on the trigger. He was about to fire when he hesitated. Stigler was baffled. No one in the bomber fired at
him.

He looked closer at the tail gunner. He was still, his white fleece collar soaked with blood. Stigler craned his neck to examine the rest of the bomber. Its skin had been peeled away by shells, its guns knocked out. One propeller wasn't turning. Smoke trailed from another engine. He could see men huddled inside the shattered plane tending the wounds of other crewmen.

Then he nudged his plane alongside the bomber's wings and locked eyes with the pilot whose eyes were wide with shock and horror.

Luftwaffe Major Franz Stigler

Stigler pressed his hand over the rosary he kept in his flight jacket. He eased his index finger off the trigger. He couldn't shoot. It would be murder.

Stigler wasn't just motivated by vengeance that day. He also lived by a code. He could trace his family's ancestry to knights in 16th century Europe . He had once studied to be a priest. A German pilot who spared the enemy, though, risked death in Nazi Germany. If someone reported him, he would be executed.

Yet Stigler could also hear the voice of his commanding officer, who once told him: "You follow the rules of war for you -- not your enemy. You fight by rules to keep your humanity."

Alone with the crippled bomber, Stigler changed his mission. He nodded at the American pilot and began flying in formation so German anti-aircraft gunners on the ground wouldn't shoot down the slow-moving bomber. (The Luftwaffe had B-17s of its own, shot down and rebuilt for secret missions and training.) Stigler escorted the bomber over the North Sea and took one last look at the American pilot. Then he saluted him, peeled his fighter away and returned to Germany.

"Good luck," Stigler said to himself. "You're in God's hands now..." Franz Stigler didn't think the big B-17 could make it back to England and wondered for years what happened to the American pilot and crew he encountered in combat.

Charles Brown, with his wife, Jackie (left), with Franz Stigler, with his wife, Hiya.

As he watched the German fighter peel away that December day, 2nd Lt. Charles Brown wasn't thinking of the philosophical
connection between enemies. He was thinking of survival. He flew his crippled plane, filled with wounded, back to his base in England and landed with one of four engines knocked out, one
failing and barely any fuel left. After his bomber came to a stop, he
leaned back in his chair and put a hand over a pocket
Bible he kept in his flight jacket. Then he sat in silence.

Brown flew more missions before the war ended. Life moved on. He got married, had two daughters, supervised foreign aid for the U.S. State Department during the Vietnam War and eventually retired to Florida

Late in life, though, the encounter with the German pilot began to gnaw at him. He started having nightmares, but in his dream there would be no act of mercy. He would awaken just before his bomber crashed.

Brown took on a new mission. He had to find that German pilot. Who was he? Why did he save my life? He scoured military archives in the U.S. and England . He attended a pilots' reunion and shared his story. He finally placed an ad in a German newsletter for former Luftwaffe pilots, retelling the story and asking if anyone knew the pilot.

On January 18, 1990, Brown received a letter. He opened it and read: "Dear Charles, All these years I wondered what happened to that B-17, did she make it home? Did her crew survive their wounds? To hear of your survival has filled me with indescribable joy..."

It was Stigler.

He had left Germany after the war and moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, in 1953. He became a prosperous businessman. Now
retired, Stigler told Brown that he would be in Florida come summer and "it sure would be nice to talk about our encounter." Brown was so excited, though, that he couldn't wait to see Stigler. He called directory assistance for Vancouver and asked whether there was a
number for a Franz Stigler. He dialed the number, and Stigler picked up.

"My God, it's you!" Brown shouted as tears ran down his cheeks. Brown had to do more. He wrote a letter to Stigler
in which he said: "To say THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU on behalf of my surviving crewmembers and their families appears totally inadequate."

One of Brown's friends was there to record the summer reunion. Both men looked like retired businessmen: they were plump,
sporting neat ties and formal shirts. They fell into each other' arms and wept and laughed. They talked about their encounter in a light, jovial tone.

The mood then changed. Someone asked Stigler what he thought about Brown. Stigler sighed and his square jaw tightened. He began
to fight back tears before he said in heavily accented English: "I love you, Charlie."

Stigler had lost his brother, his friends and his country. He was virtually exiled by his countrymen after the war. There were 28,000 pilots who fought for the German air force. Only 1,200 survived.

The war cost him everything. Charlie Brown was the only good thing that came out of World War II for Franz. It was the one thing he
could be proud of. The meeting helped Brown as well, says his oldest daughter, Dawn Warner.

Franz Stigler, on left, & Charles Brown, fishing buddies.

Brown and Stigler became pals. They would take fishing trips together. They would fly cross-country to each other homes and take road trips together to share their story at schools and veterans' reunions. Their wives, Jackie Brown and Hiya Stigler, became friends.

Brown's daughter says her father would worry about Stigler's health and constantly check in on him.

"It wasn't just for show," she says. "They really did feel for each other. They
talked about once a week." As his friendship with Stigler deepened, something else happened to her father, Warner says "The nightmares went away."

Brown had written a letter of thanks to Stigler, but one day, he showed the extent of his gratitude. He organized a reunion of his surviving crew members, along with their extended families. He invited Stigler as a guest of honor.

During the reunion, a video was played showing all the faces of the people that now lived -- children, grandchildren, relatives -- because of Stigler's act of chivalry. Stigler watched the film from his seat of honor.

"Everybody was crying, not just him," Warner says.

Stigler and Brown died within months of each other in 2008. Stigler was 92, and Brown was 87. They had started off as enemies, became friends, and then something more.

After he died, Warner was searching through Brown's library when she came across a book on German fighter jets. Stigler had given
the book to Brown. Both were country boys who loved to read about planes.

Warner opened the book and saw an inscription Stigler had written to Brown:

In 1940, I lost my only brother as a night fighter. On the 20th of December, 4 days before Christmas, I had the chance to save a B-17 from her destruction, a plane so badly damaged it was a wonder that she was still flying. The pilot, Charlie Brown, is for me as
precious as my brother was.

Thanks Charlie.
Your Brother,
Franz

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Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald, Nov. 10, 1975

11/10/2012

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Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
Music and lyrics ©1976 by Gordon Lightfoot

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons
more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.

"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario takes in
what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"

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Goals & the Lack of Them...

4/21/2012

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Sooo... here we go. Hang on, it's about to get angry in here... I happened to be in a conversation with a guy today. He says, 'I set my goals low, so that way I feel like everyday I accomplish something. So that I don't get disappointed.' I look at him like 'he's ignorant & why are still talking to me', which he must of mistaken for an 'I don't understand look'. Then he goes into a deeper explanation of his 'philosophy of life'. I interrupt him & say 'I understand what you are saying, that you step over ant hills on a daily basis.' As I point at myself, I say ' I set my goals high and I accomplish them, then the next goal I set is higher... I CLIMB MOUNTAINS... or I blast through them. I shift ENTIRE landscapes'. He says... 'Oh' Grrrrr..... Call me Sherry Nature.

I posted this on my Facebook yesterday and I am still mystified by the pride the guy took when he was telling me about how he sets his goals low. In a seemingly unrelated incident that also happened yesterday, it has become glaring clear why his philosophy angered me.

I bought a ring from an Amazon.com store. It was supposed to have shipped on Monday or Tuesday. Friday I emailed them, asking why it hadn't shipped yet. I got a return email saying they were sorry for the oversight and 'requested' from their shipping department that it be sent overnight delivery for Saturday. Now the operative word there is 'requested'. I can request many things: I request that Albert Einstein dine at my house tonight to discuss his thoughts on quantum physics. I also request that a pot of gold be delivered to my house tonight, pulled by a team of unicorns with a leprechaun who will grant me 3 wishes upon his arrival.

Grrr... Now I have a guy with lackluster goals & a company with poor communication skills who have both convinced themselves that their success will materialize if they give just 50% or 25%, or whatever percentage... it doesn't matter. What does matter is: Whatever happened to giving 100% & beyond?

I suppose it will catch up with them both. The company will probably go broke & the guy will never aspire to be anything more than he is today. Is this a growing trend?

--
Sherry Wood 104wood@gmail.com

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Addressing Urban Legends - Ignore or Post?

2/18/2012

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It seems like urban legends spread more rapidly than wildfire in this age of internet & texting. Should departments address the rumors and post them on their websites, while stating 'Although this is myth, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction so be aware at all times'.

Here is an approach one department takes... Quebec provincial police, increasingly bogged down with tips and complaints about such urban legends, are trying an innovative approach to nipping the tales in the bud.The police have added a link on their website devoted to educating Quebecers about urban legends and hoaxes in hope the public will do a bit of research before forwarding dubious messages.

Or should they ignore them and hope the public doesn't freak out?

Here is an example: http://www.crime-safety-security.com/Myths-and-Urban-Legends.html and Urban Legends vs Myth Busters

This is a great site for debunking rumors... http://www.snopes.com/

Please post your comments, we would like to hear your opinion.

Also, do you think the hub911.com should add a page on our site addressing these rumors?

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Grieving Father's Petition Could Change the Way People Dial 911

The Lineman's Christmas Eve

S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald 38 Year Anniversary November 10, 2013

Yesterday Our History was Hell, Tomorrow this History was Written, Today... We Stand as One, As We Always Will.

September 9th, 1776 - The United States of America gets its Name

Enemies become friends, Charlie Brown & Franz Stigler

Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald, Nov. 10, 1975

Goals & the Lack of Them...

Addressing Urban Legends - Ignore or Post?

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