Fifty seven minutes. It’s been fifty seven minutes since the damned parking meter ate my credit card and I’m fuming and dancing around my car doing the potty dance. Being that this is Southern California it took me over forty-five minutes to drive in heavily congested Orange County traffic to Newport Beach this morning even …
I’m so glad he warned me in advance. I tried to find a plumber to come in and fix my broken pipe last week. He seemed like a real nice guy. We talked about all the drama unfolding with Chris Dorner in our little mountain time. He fixed my frozen and burst pipe, I …