Early morning call. Yesterday, even before that big orange orb that marks the beginning of another day had crested the Sierras, recently retired supervisor Ronn Dominici called me on my cell phone.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
This scribe and meanderer was saddened to hear of the loss of that ultimate meanderer of “California’s Gold,” Huell Howser.
Yes, just what is in store for us this year?
Here we go again with an even more meager effort from this scribe. / With pitiful rhyme and worse pentameter even critics can’t describe. / Space allows only a few but rest assured I value all of you.
Well, one would have to presume that Santa and his reindeer have arrived safely home escorted no doubt (in this day of age) by two stealth fighter jets or a couple of drones.
If you’re reading this, though the day isn’t over, the Mayan prediction of the apocalypse has foretold one thing: Their calendar is wrong.