Maybe it’s too hot for it, but it will eventually rain. A couple weeks ago I attempted to warn readers of the closure of Fourth Street slated, as the official road signs read, July 30.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
Though not much of a soccer fan, I was mesmerized by the match between our U.S. ladies and Canadian counterparts Monday afternoon with the winner playing World Champion Japan for the gold medal Thursday.
They probably just leave Post-it notes when they leave. On Saturday our House of Representatives (representing who?) will leave Washington for a five-week vacation.
Kara, a fav gal (think the Beatles era) and favorite restaurant waitress at Black Bear, knows not to hand me a menu.
Foul footsies? Not this scribe, but then my barefoot days of walking in the sand or anywhere, except from shower to bed, with naked feet are over so I never worry about smell.
SF-Omy goodness: Seeing what was on the “trip ticket” from Air Canada, my gal and I drove to San Francisco International airport to pick up our son.
Jim McNaughton, a native Minneapolis-St. Paulian (?), and proud of it, recently sent me an email about the attributes of the area and his state of Minnesota.