1. Feeble thoughts while I freeze my azzz off in the apartment. As a kid, I experimented er, childishly: I once placed a pan of water on our back steps in SF when we were living there, and thought it would freeze overnight. Not. Or, I often entertained the thought of an egg frying on the sidewalk under a blazing hot day. Now that I'm grown, all I can think of when the temperature drops into the 30's is my residency stupidity. Picture this: palm trees, sloshing waves along the shoreline, flip flops strewn next to a towel, Maui Jim dark glasses surveying mobile deliciousness, yeah, baby, the only frosty I'll ever see is my red bean, fluorescent snow cone which I'll be sucking down! 'Snap back to reality...'(thanks Eminem). Instead, the only sound I hear is the cha-chinging gas and electric bill as it rockets into the stratosphere; and the grunting inability of cardio/weight lifting barely cracking a sweat in the frigid gym.
2. So, there was this guy that fell asleep during a United Express flight. And when he woke up the plane was dark, cold, and he was locked on board in Houston. There is a happy ending to the story,
but how does this even happen? The Airline would not refund (!) his ticket, instead giving him a hotel voucher. Dueling attorney's probably lit up his cell phone like a Christmas tree.
3. Paul Walker. Ok, I confess, I'm a 'Fast and Furious' ho. The man was too young; too charismatic, too kind...forever young.
4. Nelson Mandela. January 18, 1918-December 5, 2013. A blazing light in the dark.
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