Do you ever get little mental reminders? You know, just something that pops into your head and reminds you of a past event, a loved one you knew and lost or a friend who passed away last year, 10 years ago or maybe 20. I do all the time. I’m just not sure where they come from.
Yesterday I was driving south on Highway 22 when three stout, multi-colored horses shot like rockets through the open gates of a ranch yard, zipped across the highway, slipped into the opposite ditch and galloped south along the fence line, followed closely by a tiny lady in a little red pickup truck that did exactly the same thing.
Now that the exhilaration of Christmas is over the question is whether we can remain sane from now until snow turns to slop, trees sprout buds, dandelions bloom, baseballs fly off spring training bats, students start cramming and the Easter Bunny hides eggs in every nook and cranny from Bakersfield, Calif. to Bedford, N.H.
If you’re a horror film addict who likes to be scared out of his or her boxers or thongs, here’s something that might inject more fear into you than “The Exorcist,” “Frankenstein,” “Dracula,” Freddy Krueger and hunting with Dick Cheney combined.
I’m not a big fan of celebrities. Never have been, never will be. But one of the things about living in Los Angeles is that, in addition to green lawns and flowers in January, crashing waves, sooty air, 14 million neighbors and an opportunity to overpay for everything from socks to hot dogs, you get to meet them, whether you want to or not.
Is it me or has the whole equality issue between men and women lost some of its luster and controversy? Either people don’t care anymore or women have simply reached the mountaintop. Or maybe the public is more interested in Michael Jackson’s sleep aids, what garment the first lady pulls out of her closet and which athletes became superstars because of steroids.
A poll of today’s major league baseball players will reveal that most of their mommy’s tucked them in at night dressed in “jammies” with feet. That would be the only way to explain fetish for wearing baggy uniform pants so wide and so long that they nearly cover their spikes.
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