Oh, Ann. Our blacks are so much better than their blacks? I don't even know where to begin..... so I'm leaving.
Joe Paterno hears that one of his coaches was seen in the shower room with a 10 year old boy and he sends a note to the principal? That's the least I'd like to think .... and that's just for the presence of the kid in the space, let alone what the graduate assistant saw that upset him so much. Of course, no one told anyone the particulars, because that's how these things are spun. But, as Michael Rosenberg writes in SI.com today, Joe Paterno, Penn State didn't do what was right.
Once again, some of the best writing I read comes from Sports Illustrated.
TBG and I have been battling chest colds for a week or more. We've blamed it on the changing barometric pressure, on allergens blown up by the edge of the haboob, on lack of sleep and too busy days but we've finally given up, we're giving the devil his due, and admitting it : we are sick.
Of course, neither of us will seek medical care. It's just a cold, after all. Instead, we will thank Proctor and Gamble for sending a box of goodies after BlogHer'12.... because inside that box was cough medicine
Left an event early last night so that I could pick up a girlfriend and drive downtown to see Calexico at The Rialto. Our tickets were at will-call and they were the comfy reserved seats up in the loge. The ones with perfect sight lines and a place to rest my achy leg and the aisle right there for dancing.... yes, those seats. It was the concert to wrap up Tucson's Day of the Dead celebration.
The celebration included a parade. We knew that. What we didn't know was that the entire downtown area would be barricaded. We drove down Alameda three times, making the same U-turn beside the same car loading the same green lighted shrine into their truck. We tried going across 6th a few times - both east and west. We went south to Broadway and cut west, heading for the underpass and downtown but there we were again, headed toward Alameda. I drove on Council Street for the second time in two months. Entering I-10 south of downtown, we tried the Congress Street exit but it, too, had those barricades.
It wouldn't have been so bad if there had been someone manning the barricades, someone to tell me how to get to The Rialto for the show. But, alas, there was no one. We were thwarted. We continued west to Miracle Mile and drove north to Swensons. Ice cream almost fixed the ache of missing the show.... almost. Sigh.