This morning on the way to work I saw a guy finish his breakfast, ball up the paper bag it came in, roll down his window and toss it on the ground. He immediately caught my eye and started chiding me (with his motions) for powdering my mess of broken capillaries that passes for a… Continue reading When the bird won’t do
Or to be more precise, O Santa Ynez Valley! I have a new job working for a large bureaucracy, but I can't tell you more than that because I signed something or other swearing me to secrecy. I haven't worked in many large institutions, and my head is spinning with wonder. If you take the… Continue reading O California!
If the genus is Walt Disney World, then the species is The Magic Kingdom. The Scout worked there the week between Christmas Day and New Year's Day, the time of year when the park swells from its typical 35,000 visitors a day to 70,000. Needless to say, it was hard to avoid people. If you… Continue reading The Magic Kingdom