“Hot town, summer in the city,” sang the Lovin’ Spoonful way back when. Actually, I think it was 1966 and the city I was in was pretty cool in many ways other than the temperature. As great San Francisco Chronicle columnist Herb Caen would say about his favorite town, “It’s the cool, gray city by the bay.”
Well, our nearest natural, large body of water is Millerton and we certainly don’t have any sea breezes, but we Maderans try to make the best of it when it breaks 100 degrees. If it makes you feel any cooler I got a call from a ranger friend in Death Valley and they’re expecting temps in the high one-teens or low 120s. There, don’t you feel cooler now?
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I’ve always known Kelly Franklin to be an ace (that’s ace) at certain things, including house painting. However, our source at Municipal Golf Course, Brent Bogeyman, informs us that Kelly, after 40 years of trying, finally put one in the hole at the Par 3 No. 6. Oh yes, that would be his golf ball and on one shot. Yes, a hole-in-one. Congrats my friend.
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Yes, last week’s fishwrap had a purpose. My email had been dropping off a bit lately so, like my fellow columnist Tami Jo Nix, one sometimes just has to get a little controversial. What better way than to mention high-speed rail (always good for a couple emails), the “Flying Nun” and some revolting sisters. No, no, the good sisters were not revolting in the sense of appearance, but had an issue with his eminence in Rome. That was also good for a few responses. Thanks again...