John Scalzi: Holden Caulfield in middle age. Like Scalzi, I never got the appeal of “Catcher in the Rye.” And my reasons were similar to his: I grew up reading science fiction.
If you were going to give me a teenage hero, give me Heinlein’s Starman Jones: He traveled the galaxy and memorized entire books of log tables and became Captain of a starship (for procedural reasons, granted). All Holden did was bitch, bitch, bitch.
Why is the sky dark at night?. The mystery stumped astronomers for centuries.
California’s farmers backed Trump, whose immigration policies could be dangerous to the state’s agriculture and the nation’s food supply. Half of California’s farmworkers are undocumented, and California grows half of America’s fruits and vegetables.
I stepped over one of the cats this afternoon and she panicked and bolted and I changed the direction my foot was coming down and she changed her direction and I stepped on her a little bit and nearly fell on my face and she bolted out of the room.
That was eight hours ago and we have not seen her since.
I’m sure she’s plotting to kill me.
I’ll be sleeping with one eye open.
Something I saw while walking with the dog: This Christmas tree.
I usually oppose Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving, but I’ll make an exception here because it’s so clever.
It’s on one side of a corner unit of a condo complex. On the other side is this toy village, which I’ve shared here before. I suspect the same creative person did both.
She died Thursday, just a week before Thanksgiving.
“You want to know if I’m moral enough join the Army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug.”
It seems from this obit that she had a well-lived life, of which being a restaurateur was only a part.