Ken

On July 28, 2008 KEN DIEHL of Baldwin, MD. Beloved husband of the late Lillian E. Walshe Diehl. Devoted father of Kathy E. Hunt, and husband Gerard. Loving brother-in-law of Miriam K. Diehl. Also survived by several nieces and nephews. Services will be held at Fairview United Methodist Church, Phoenix, MD on Saturday, August 2, 2008 at 11:00 A.M. Interment will be in adjoining cemetery. Friends may call at the family owned McComas Funeral Home, P.A., Bel Air, MD on Friday from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 P.M. Memory tributes may be sent to the family at mccomasfuneralhome.

Get ready for one wild, drug-induced ride. "The Crash" begins with what the audience will essentially endure the rest of the episode: A hostage-like frenzy with drug-induced maniacs. There's a car crash, a drug crash, a tap dance and a sex scene. And one censored F-bomb. All in all, it was a bizarre, whirling and -- frankly -- exhausting episode. I felt myself crashing after watching it. That doesn't mean it wasn't entertaining or enjoyable. Much like Roger's LSD trip in 'Far Away Places,' the writing and directing showed the altered state of mind without the predictable or heavy-handed cues.

It is with love and heartfelt sadness that we announce the tragic accidental death of RICHARD KENNETH CARTER on September 12, 2004 in Atlanta, Georgia. He is deeply mourned by his life mate, Kathy Kahnt; brother, Floyd Carter of Boca Raton, FL; daughters, Paige Carter-Magnus (Eric) of Boca Raton, FL; Leslie Mc Crudden (Tom) of Tequesta, FL; and three grandchildren, Carter La Vigne, Clara Grace Magnus, and Leigha Kendall Mc Crudden. They were his pride and joy. Ken was born March 28, 1935 in Baltimore, Maryland.

Lisa and Ken's housewarming/vow renewal ceremony (is that what you call that?) is today! Lisa's a wreck, though, because she's too shy to proclaim her love in front of the world. Better get it together, because Ken is excited. Adrienne is throwing a party of her own, launching a new vodka line called "Zing," primarily their red velvet-flavored version. This looks like a Wonderland nightmare - complete with half-naked people pretending to be statues…until they start gyrating.

Poor Ken. He's in a bit of a midlife crisis, it seems. His longtime girlfriend -- maybe you know her? Barbie? Leggy girl, with the cool pink car? She dumped him last year for a hotter doll, Blaine. And since then, Ken has been catching the blues about why Barbs kicked him to the curb. Many have speculated, but Mattel, Ken's parent company, has decided the breakup came down to one thing: Ken needs a makeover. "He's trying to keep up with the most fashionable woman on the planet," says Lauren Bruksch, spokeswoman for Mattel Brands, which announced last week that Ken, who is 43, would unveil a new look this spring.

When love found Stephanie Lee it came hurtling through the sky in the form of a handsome man who almost didn't survive the trip. Stephanie met Ken Ching three years ago while they were learning to sky-dive. Ken, a computer network engineer, and a business acquaintance had decided to try sky-diving. Stephanie, who happened to be dating the business acquaintance, was one of many other people the two men invited, but only Stephanie -- whose philosophy is, "Try anything once" -- was game. One of her biggest reservations about the adventure was not jumping out of a plane, but that she would have to share the experience with some businessman she didn't know.

Ken Zachmann gets just one opportunity during the regular season to watch his daughter, Mandy, play for Centennial's varsity soccer team.This Thursday is the day. Imagine how excited he will be. Imagine how proud he will be. Imagine how badly he wants his daughter's team to lose.Say what?Ken Zachmann loves his daughter. And he knows and likes many of the girls on Centennial's team. He just hopes they don't win Thursday.Zachmann, you see, coaches the girls team at Hammond. And Thursday is the day Hammond plays host to Centennial.

The polka-dot giraffe in the window leaves Josh Gelfand cold. No laugh. Ditto for the happy elephant, the Clown Alley wigs, the goofy Steve Forbes photo or any of the other knickknacks packed into Ken-Zo's Yogi Magic Mart. But then the glum artist from California meets the man in the sky-blue clown suit. And Ken-Zo has an ace up his sleeve - so to speak. "You guys want to see a couple of tricks?" Ken-Zo asks Gelfand and his friend. Why not? "What do you guys like? Cards? Coins?" Ken-Zo asks.

One day last week, when Bonnie Bonnell was reading The Columbus Dispatch, the newspaper she saves for her three sons in Iraq, she noticed a change. The war dispatches that dominated the front page for almost a month had nearly disappeared. Soon the questions from neighboring sheep farmers and friends near Marysville, Ohio, changed, too. Instead of asking Bonnie and Ken Bonnell what it was like to have three sons at war, friends wondered aloud when the boys might come home. But Ken, a retired Army lieutenant colonel and a Vietnam veteran who served two tours, knows from experience that danger is not over when a war ends.

Lisa and Ken's housewarming/vow renewal ceremony (is that what you call that?) is today! Lisa's a wreck, though, because she's too shy to proclaim her love in front of the world. Better get it together, because Ken is excited. Adrienne is throwing a party of her own, launching a new vodka line called "Zing," primarily their red velvet-flavored version. This looks like a Wonderland nightmare - complete with half-naked people pretending to be statues…until they start gyrating.

The Jarrettsville Lions welcomed new member Ken Bowers, right, along with his sponsor Ron Holmes. Bowers has a deep interest in diabetes and will be working with that committee of the Lions Club.

Ralph K. "Ken" Barnes, a retired Koppers Co. manager who was a prisoner of war during the twilight months of World War II, died Saturday from complications of a stroke at Gilchrist Hospice Care in Towson. The longtime Cockeysville resident was 89. The son of farmers, Ralph Kenneth Barnes was born in Gist, in Carroll County, and after his family lost their farm during the Depression, they moved to Waverly. He was a 1941 graduate of Polytechnic Institute, where he was an outstanding baseball pitcher, and later earned a degree from the Johns Hopkins University.

Ken Ulman hopes you're hungry. For a Ravens win in the Super Bowl AND a big 'ole breakfast. The Howard County executive, who always gets in the spirit for the big games, has come up with the menu for a Ravens-themed breakfast that he'd like to share with one lucky winner and their office. The menu will include: T-Sizzle sausage and eggs Brendan Ayanba-bagels Michael Eggs Oher Easy Box O'morning Joe Flacco He wants to hear more menu suggestions. And he wants to see people showing off their purple pride.

Ken Ulman is not a dictator and doesn't own Howard County's properties. The citizens of Howard County own the county's properties. The citizens should have the say on whether legal sugary drinks should be banned from the properties they own. Banning legal substances is a bad idea. Freedom should be true freedom and legal substances should stay legal. Legislators and executives need to stop taking away our freedoms. Citizens should decide what they consume and parents should watch out for their children.

 Ken Ulman confirms what many have suspected all along - parents of fat kids are too stupid to decide what their kids should drink. Finally an adult takes charge. This is why I voted for him - his vision sees priorities and he acts - by Executive Order, no less! How impressive.  I wonder what Constitutional authority he cites to do this? Never mind. At least his wisdom allows the parents to slowly poison their kids with aspartame. Next on his list? I hope it's those Easter Peeps! George W. Dress III Ellicott City

Can someone loan Ken Ulman a shirt he can wear to pick up another county's garbage? Don't everyone line up at once. After his bet on Sunday's Ravens game went sour, the Howard County executive has to make good on what he promised Prince George's County Executive Rushern Baker. Sometime this week Ulman must put on a Robert Lee Griffin III jersey and wear it to pick up roadside trash in  Redskins terriotory while singing the team song. "All my Redskin fan friends are coming out of the woodwork today, giving me a hard time.," Ulman said in a video he posted Monday on You Tube.

Ken Jackson of Baltimore said that when he was preparing to fly to Utah he heard forecasters say the relative humidity there was 15 percent. "What is the lowest relative humidity recorded?" Lower than that, Ken. Relative humidity is the water vapor content relative to the atmosphere's capacity at a given temperature. Warmer air can hold more water, so the number falls when dry air heats up. Chile's Atacama Desert averages 15 percent. In June, McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas reported 2 percent relative humidity.

Money may burn a hole in your pocket, but . . .A woman's holiday plans almost went up in smoke, but luckily they ended up only half baked.Silvanna Deacetis, of Wolcott, Conn., took $770 out of her savings account to spend on Christmas, and hid the cash in her oven until she could go shopping.On Monday, the 62-year-old woman decided to bake muffins -- then go shopping.When she returned, she found her muffins cooked perfectly. But her currency didn't fare as well."The money was brown, almost transparent.

Howard County Executive Ken Ulman threw down the football gauntlet Wednesday to his Prince George's counterpart. With the Ravens set to take on the Redskins on Sunday, Ulman -- a huge Ravens fan -- sent an online challenge to Rushern Baker. If the Ravens lose, he'd shame himself publicly by wearing a red and gold jersey for an entire day. Ulman isn't afraid to let his purple flag fly -- even around the office. Two years ago, when the Super Bowl bid was looking possible, Ulman declared one Friday "Willis McGahee Day-hee" and renamed food in the office cafeteria -- there were "Harbaugh hot dogs" and "Todd Heaps of chili over Ray Rice.

I got a nice award recently - for environmental leadership, the inscription read - really, for just doing work I was paid for and that I often confused with fun. I've always been a little uncomfortable with awards. I got in trouble as editor of a military newspaper in the 1960s when I editorialized that medals were so common that if you didn't get one, it meant you must have screwed up. I was forced to cut my hair, shine my shoes and iron my uniform, all for a two-minute dressing down by the commanding officer (but of course I still received my Good Conduct Medal when I got out)