That was one of the titles suggested by dear and dedicated reader, Linda Recalde, for this beginning-of-the-weekend birdcage liner.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
Not that pond where we see the sunset, but the one those Easterners see the sunrise every morning and ships and airliners depart New York for the British Isles.
Our annual shindig at the fairgrounds starts tomorrow and as always I’m encouraging you locals (not yokels) to purchase food and refreshments from the many service club booths at the fair.
Hey! You found me … again. Way to go, dedicated reader. This humble scribe appreciates your effort. Here I am laboring away just before Labor Day Weekend — Anything to keep these two-a-week things going.
Hey! You found me! And this thankful scribe appreciates your effort on this weird, wacky, Wednesday.
Give me a minute. Believe it or not I’m thinking. Since I have been keeping track of this thing there have been 520 or so of these Friday fishwraps. Today’s column will be the finale.
Last Sunday morning downtown slept with a hangover. A collarless dog wandered near the railroad tracks. I parked at the corner of North E Street and Yosemite Avenue.