Early morning call. Yesterday, even before that big orange orb that marks the beginning of another day had crested the Sierras, recently retired supervisor Ronn Dominici called me on my cell phone. I was on the road heading east and admiring the golden lining along the top of those mighty mountains as the sun edged ever closer to their peaks.
On the phone, Ronn exclaimed, “take a look at the mountains. Have you ever seen such a sight?” Actually, yours truly had indeed, but it was nice Ronn could now take the time to enjoy such simple pleasures as a sunrise. Besides, this lonely desert rat was thinking about the solitude and grandeur on the other side.
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A lot of controversy has surrounded this year’s possible inductees into the Baseball Hall of Fame. Me and my gal have visited the Hall in Cooperstown, New York and it is indeed a shrine to America’s game. This time, the baseball writers who vote on such things pitched a shutout when it came to “enshrining” players from the steroid era.
Of course, this did not go over well with a lot of fans of Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, et al. To solve this, and since the federal government is known to waste money on frivolous studies, improvements, hammers and toilets, why not get a grant to build an addition to the Hall of Fame. Just make everything inside bigger and stronger...