Sep 13th, 2011
So how often do you put your life in the hands of strangers every day? If you’re like most folks, about 2,000. That, at any rate, is the calculation of the National Institute for Safety Management, a U.S. outfit which decided to quantify its worries about such things. It concluded that most people are lucky [...]
Sep 12th, 2011
So: The traffic lights fail at some intersection in Pasadena, home to lotsa traffic, and after everyone gets backed up a mile or so, a Good Citizen decides to help out by donning some orange duds and playing traffic cop. It works; he gets traffic moving again in half an hour or so. Except that’s [...]
Sep 5th, 2011
You take the lyrics of Jesse Belvin’s tune Guess Who, and study them closely, and figure: That’s just bad poetry man. But then you listen to what B.B. King does with that bad poetry and you believe in magic. Awesome.
Jul 4th, 2011
Just saw a city snowplow. Of course they have to haul this stuff around for all kinds of reasons. But seeing one in the middle of this fantabulous run of finest kind weather — gee whiz and heavy sighs all round.
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Harps are optional
Dec 27th, 2011
By Parky
We’re all inundated, this time of year, by roundups of odds and sods in various zeitgeists. Not many, however, will top the discovery of just what’s in heaven.
Turns out the place is equipped with a beer truck.
That, in any event, was the conclusion of a Michigan who stumbled across an untended beer truck outside a community hall, filled up a handy pitcher and began to chug away. When he was found a few hours later, inebriated in the extreme, he said he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong — he just figured he’d died and gone to heaven.
Yeah. That time of year.