Don’t do it. It’s Friday. Say to yourself, “stay off the soapbox, stay OFF the soapbox.” Then howzabout some groans to start off this birdcage liner.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
Animals on the move?
Just think, no more soccer for the next four years. I got my kicks watching the World Cup this time around. I will admit the final game, though low-scoring, was not high-boring.
Okay, it wasn’t exactly a crap shoot, or in fact the game of craps played at a casino.
I don’t know about you, but I missed our Fun Friday column due to Independence Day and no paper. I’m trying to make up for it here but nothing comes to mind.
Thank goodness June is over. My dad used to tell me about the Giants and their infamous June swoon that seemed to happen every few years. Well, it’s been a few, but it happened again this year.
How low can you go?” Looking at the dog, Racer, sniffing the dry grass in the front yard I was thinking of our water table, not “Limbo Rock” (1962) by Chubby Checker.