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No Chicks At This Tastee-Freeze

    Hey, everyone. I was surfing the web today and came across one of those 'truth is stranger than fiction' stories. I saw it on the Pulse app for I-Pad. Here's the recipe.
    The story was told on a site called The Dinner Party Download. It seems that there is a whale with a problem that is heartrending. This whale has a song with a higher pitched sound than any other whale. It also is not of any known species and is probably a mixed breed. Since 1992 the US Navy has tracked him with their SOSUS buoys which are sprinkled about the ocean and used to listen for enemy subs. Since he has such a unique voice he has become an object of curiosity which is easily differentiated from others.
     This whale sings at 52 hertz, near the lowest note on a tuba. He has a really high voice for a whale. When he calls for a mate, companionship, conversation, no other whale can hear him. No one ever answers.
    To make matters worse, there is an issue with his migratory patterns. In brief, his path does not coincide with normal whale patterns, so he can not hope to 'bump into' a new friend.
     This is one of the most thought-provoking stories I've ever seen. The pathos of this whale cruising the vastness of the world's oceans, incommunicado, like a teen around an empty Tastee-Freeze tears my heart out. He may think there is no other whale on the planet!
    I feel compelled to put on paper a few thoughts and possibilities.
1. This is an alien whale from a galaxy far, far away. His team failed to do sufficient research and he can not communicate with members of his species on the new world.
2. This cries out to be a Disney movie. Elton John and Bernie Taupin should write the music.
3.   (52)(the whale's nickname) has a personality like James Dean. He is a rebel, a loner, and likes his collar turned up. He feels women are nothing but trouble and chooses to sing high and travel alone.
4. Since 1992, this whale has learned to disguise his voice, just to mess with the Navy. He hangs at the whale bar until he gets plastered. Then he says, "Hey everybody, I'm gonna cruise and sing and mess with those Navy geeks."
5.He's just a normal whale but he has this one pair of jeans...
6.This is a radical new design of Russian sub. It can approach our coast unseen. The Captain in the upcoming movie will be played by Sean Connery. The title of the movie will be The Hunt For 52.
7.At this moment, the poor whale is contemplating suicide, doubting his sanity, or searching for a mirror to see what he looks like. The polar ice cap, or what's left of it, may be reflective enough so he can see that he is truly not a dolphin.
8.(52) is a whale that was released from captivity by humans and, as such, he doesn't speak whale and doesn't have a clue which area to cruise to pick up chicks.
9. He is an aspiring actor and has devised this absurd story in hopes of a Moby Dick sequel. He hopes that some movie mogul will send out some underling to sign him to a really big contract.
10.A cross between two species of whales, he is an outcast. He roams the wastelands, friendless. He will doubtless become a writer.
11. I see this guy as the Aaron Neville of whales. I love the way Aaron sings, by the way, so please don't get mad. When 52 finds a Linda Ronstadt whale they will sing a great duet.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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