Taking a Sunday drive… we were cruising out Highway 145 to 41 then to Fresno. The rain had fallen the day before to clean the air and we could see snow on the top of the Sierras.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
As I sit here looking at my study’s door, thank goodness I see no raven quoting “Nevermore.”
Boo! The annual Rotary Interact Club’s Haunted House is now open to scare you on a nightly basis.
Forgive me, gentle reader, I am a little behind after spending three terrific days in the desert (finally) with four equally terrific folks.
In reading your stuff all these years you don’t seem very materialistic, but your wife has a lot of nice things. I think you are contradicting your own philosophy. A.C. — via email
Thank goodness for a vowel. Down in Tustin, a police call came across the radio, “There’s an emu running in traffic.” Now there is something you don’t see every day.
Watching the college football game between Arizona and USC, my gal and I watched the Arizona placekicker miss three field goals, including what would have been the game winner with seconds to play.