Cue: Music in a minor key.
Scene 1: I’m outside in the driveway. I’m cleaning the car windows because they need it badly. A group of high school kids is walking up the street. One of them stops in my next-door neighbor‘s yard and starts to light up. It wasn’t a cigarette, either.
Continue reading “Ugly Stuff I Saw This Week”
I’m going to dash this one off as quickly as possible. The Scout was in a car accident yesterday. He had just pulled into the No. 1 lane on the 101. He was going about 3 mph and pulled in front of a car that was at a dead stop.
Out of nowhere, a motorcyclist came up behind him and hit his left rear bumper. That’s right, the left. Continue reading “The Accident”
I really don’t know what to say. I’m going to provide you with non-verbal cues instead.
turning of head to one side, gazing off into space
Why the theatrics? Continue reading “Missing the Mark”
Rule #6 – Do not appear to be competent. It only leads to more work.
(See also Axiom #4 – No good deed will go unpunished.)
First off, this is a very Pasadena-specific post. Dear reader that does not live in Pasadena, my apologies. Might I suggest you visit Susan’s site and watch the splendid Food Fight – a history of wars told by food. I laughed out loud and felt guilty because, well, war isn’t funny!
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Breaking news: Miss Havisham has a (written) chat with Interim CM Melekian. He reads her blog! Awwww…
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Last night, I had a dream. In the dream, Miss Havisham and I were hanging out and talking. We had been on the train together (it looked more like London’s tube than the Gold Line). Continue reading “Raison d’etre”
A coupla years ago, it became fashionable to say “Hey” instead of “Hi.”
I always felt self-conscious saying “Hey.” I’m not from the south. I’m not in my 20’s. I feel good saying, “Hi!”
When I hear “Hey” I think of this scene from To Kill a Mockingbird. Scout has just spotted Mr. Cunningham standing with the lynch-mob-in-waiting. Continue reading “Greetings”
We are just so self-important here in Pasadena. We embody the civic version of “house-proud.” The rest of L.A. regards us with suspicion and routinely castigates us because we are just about as far east you can go without falling off the edge of the earth (it ends at outer Monrovia). We believe Pasadena may be one of the centers of the universe along with New York and London. Today we have an article in the travel section of the New York Times to prove it. Take that, West L.A.! Continue reading “Pasadena: Enduring (the) Object of Jealousy”