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Let’s get one thing straight at the outset: I’m not a golfer. Never have been and never will be. The sport just doesn’t work with me.
Steve Jobs, the recently deceased cofounder and chief executive officer of Apple Inc. – a visionary and creative genius who also cofounded the Pixar Animation Studio – was a child of the Sixties. In other words, he was a hippie.
Like many of you, I enjoy coffee in the morning to help me wake up. Sometimes in the early afternoon I’ll have a second cup to perk up my fading energy. And, finally, again like many of you, another swallow or two to ward off the lethargic feeling after a heavy evening meal.
Well, the latest calculation by astrophysicists indicates that the distance across the observable universe is approximately 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (100 septillion) miles, give or take a few blocks because the figure has been rounded off. And that’s only what we see.
It’s no secret that this country’s anti-terrorist technology and spy networks have expanded by leaps and bounds during the past several years (since 9/11).
If you’ve lived here most of your life and you’re older than 40, you probably remember Sonny Bellack’s auto repair shop. Back in the day, Sonny was an excellent mechanic who worked in a dilapidated lean-to garage that, 30 years after his death, remained a rather picturesque, photographic junk pile until architect and engineer Carl Sanders came along, cleared the site, and erect an attractive brick building where the “Suburban Soul” used to be located.
You may have noticed that little store called Top Smoke across Stevenson Avenue from Starbucks but, if you were like me, you never went inside to see what it’s all about. Well, the other day I walked in the place and, believe me, owner Paul Kim operates an interesting shop.
As many of you know, The Boeing Company was founded shortly after the turn of the 20th century by William Boeing in a single, wood-framed building, which is preserved today as part of the Museum of Flight.
I suspect they’ve visited nearly all of you at one time or another, usually late on a Saturday morning. They knock on your door, wearing semi-formal attire, looking quite respectable and happy, and confidently carrying their Bibles.
My friends, we face a host of problems, any one of which could be absolutely catastrophic and a threat to our very existence.
Well, our Congress has finally decided to tackle the issue of immigration. It’s about time because the current system is broken.
World War II was probably the most catastrophic and heinous war in the entire history of man. Though lasted just five years, the carnage slaughtered 60 million to 70 million people and God only knows how many more were physically and mentally scarred for life.
There was a time in the not too distant past – say, the 1930s, ‘40s and ‘50s – when our Southern states possessed a distinct, separate culture, setting them apart from the rest of the United States.
Well, the other day I went into the clinic for my annual physical exam. Unfortunately, on that particular afternoon my lower back was acting up. It’s been doing this every once in a while for the last 40 years, ever since I permanently damaged this or that while roofing.
Well, there goes Harry Shephard, out for his stroll around the downtown streets. Though you may not know his name, you’ve probably seen him because he’s out and about nearly every day. He sets a pretty rapid pace, just a couple of ticks below a jog.
If you’ve read these columns for any length of time, you may be surprised to learn I don’t care for the vast majority of U.S. cities, including celebrated centers like Baltimore, Houston, Minneapolis and Miami. I absolutely detest Los Angeles and Phoenix.
The other day a lady stopped me in Safeway and said her 17-year-old son had started fooling around with booze, as kids are prone to do.
Well, with interest rates at an all-time low, a few Christmas expenses still coming due and an unexpected $1000 fee for a tooth crown, last week my finances had become so strained they were about to interfere with my social life, which can’t, under any circumstances, be tolerated. The last thing I needed was another bill. Nevertheless, I got one anyway: my pickup needed four new tires.
Hollywood rolled out the red carpet for the annual Academy Awards Sunday night. So, with the winners fresh in our minds – if you give a damn about such fanfare – this is as good a time as any to make a few personal observations about the current state of motion pictures.
Well, this Thursday it’s time again for hearts and flowers and a glass of red wine. Time to gaze into each other’s eyes across a tiny table in a secluded little lounge, perhaps floating above the Seattle skyline.