Thursday, June 18, 2015

The Donald and Me

    When he descended on that elevator, I was listening for Burt Parks' rendition of "Here She Is, Miss America."  All Trump really needed was a tiara on his pouffy hair and a long, jewel encrusted gown.

     And then he spoke about his dreams for the future, and his xenophobic comments and racist diatribes would have eliminated him from the contest.  He would never win the prize for congeniality.

     Trump reminded me of a person I knew who also had no qualifications and no experience in running for any office, let alone a national one.  This person actually appeared as a viable candidate on the primary ballot.  The calls went out for donations and I was bombarded by questions.  My advice - open your window; picture dollar bills floating down to the street; and determine how much you can afford to throw away.

     The similarities - they both provide conic relief in a tense world.  We need all the comic relief we can get.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

San Quentin prison break

     On one of our trips to San Francisco, we took the ferry to Napa Valley and passed San Quentin prison.  One of the hostesses on the ferry told us that she was babysitting at the time of a prison break and she was frightened.  She said that she armed herself with a bottle of hair spray and a hair brush and didn't move from the front door until the prisoners were caught.

     While she was telling us that story, she got nervous all over again.  Her face paled, her speech became more rapid, and her breathing was heavier.  Then, she got herself a drink of water and sat down with us and became calm again.

     We are reminded of this story because of the prison break in New York - but son't worry, we have our hair spray right at hand,