Jerry Brown just emailed me again. He didn’t ask me for money this time (for what, I can’t figure out, since he isn’t a declared candidate for anything). Here’s what he had to say:
Dear Lee
As Anne and I get ready for Thanksgiving tomorrow, many fond memories of past family gatherings come to mind. It is on these occasions that my father would often share stories of his family, particularly his grandfather who came across the plains and over the Sierras to Sacramento... Read Full Story
I’d like to install a pet door downstairs to accommodate my dog so that she can chase that squirrel with abandon and without needing me to jump up let her out every other minute.
I’m confident I’ll do a better job than this.
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Yesterday when I went out to my car there was so much dirt layered atop it that I thought an undertaker had been by with a shovel. Before the paranoia could really get cranking, I crossed the street and looked at my neighbor’s car: same thing. Indeed, every car on the street looked like the victim of the latest Biblical plague: airborne dirt. Later, a service writer at the Ford dealership told me that it had been on the news: Some vicious wind had come whistling through the valley la... Read Full Story
This year, for the first time in a long time, I’m not cooking Thanksgiving dinner and neither is my wife. Some years I do the turkey and all the fixings, especially if the holiday falls between two of her graveyard shifts or if she’s out of town with our kids (in which case I invite strange assemblages of acquaintances, as in this episode recounted this time last year). Other years she does it. This year we’re going to a nice restaurant instead. It was her idea, and it’... Read Full Story
Forget “2012.” The true disaster epic set in California is the state budget. It’s already out of whack (again), it’s been out of whack, and it’s only going to get far, far worse.
Meanwhile, here’s how many Democrats are declared in the governor’s race: none. Jerry Brown is still asking for money, but he’s not running for anything. Of the three Republicans running, two are fantastically wealth, and as such can afford to be deluded about what wou... Read Full Story
Overheard tonight, as my 7-year-old and his 11-year-old sister came across a television commercial for the new teen vampire movie:
Him: “Why doesn’t he die? He’s a vampire. Vampires can’t be out in sunlight.”
Her: “I don’t know. He just doesn’t.”
Him: “Why not?”
Her: “I don’t know. I know one way to kill them for sure. Rip them apart into pieces. They did that in the first movie.”
Him: “Why don̵... Read Full Story
