If you’re a fan of meteor showers you are probably already aware and stayed up, or rose early this morning, to see the Quadrantids display. Lesser known (for now) than the more publicized Perseid and Leonid Showers, the “quads” nonetheless present about 100 “shooting stars” an hour. The meteor show lasts only about three hours. Me? Nope (yawn) didn’t see it. Besides, too foggy. This “rat” has seen enough in the clear desert skies over the years. And with all the great holiday meals and snacks during football games, I am more worried about taking meatier showers than the sky falling.
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Speaking of coming down, this year’s Christmas decorations are being put away faster than Grandma hid Grandpa’s pipe of tobacco when she discovered company was coming. However, it was a terrific holiday season. Thanks to all who took the time and effort to decorate their home or business for all of your fellow Maderans to see and enjoy.
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Bringing in some ringers. Do you think ringeroo Harlen Rippetoe and those horseshoe tossers of the Big Valley Horseshoe League just throw leaners and ringers during their spring and fall leagues, or is that summer and winter? Anyway, during the off-season they spend a lot of time at the courts at Rotary Park on Gateway Drive doing improvements and keeping the place neat and suitable for all of us that would like to just go out and see if we can put metal to metal and make a clang against the stake. They recently completed nearly $1,000 worth of upgrades and will soon have the courts sanctioned for national tournaments. Thanks, guys and gals — yes, ladies play also.
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This just in from our munching correspondent, Crystal Creamcheese. A man claims he found a mouse in a can of Mountain Dew and sued Pepsi Cola. Undoubtedly hiring the best around, Pepsi’s lawyers found experts to say that the mouse would have been dissolved by the ingredients long before the opening of the can or attempted consumption of its contents. Regardless, thanks to that knowledge, I’ve drank my last can of “Dew.” But, as the Grateful Dead once sang back in 1967, my gal can “walk me out in the morning dew” anytime...