When my wife and I joined forces four years ago, she came equipped with the nicely aged Toyota pickup I’d always wanted and I came with a Toyota station wagon ideal for toting cellos, so we swapped.
Posts published by “Todd Walton”
So this guy goes to see a psychiatrist and after 50 minutes the psychiatrist says, “I think you’re crazy.” And the guy says, “Hey, wait a minute. I want to get a second opinion.” And…
The news of late has been full of predictions by economists and financial prognosticators about what may befall the national and global economies in the coming year, with the dopiest among them predicting an economic recovery, the centrists predicting a general flatness in the growth graphs, and the doomsters predicting the slopes becoming so steep as to render the pyramid an obelisk.
I wonder how Mark Twain would feel if he knew his novel Huckleberry Finn has been rewritten in such a way that the meaning of his book is entirely changed, and that such an execrable mutation of his work is about to be afflicted on the next generation of American schoolchildren.
“What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.” — Cynthia Ozick
Five years ago, a few weeks before I made my move from Berkeley to Mendocino, I came within a few inches of being killed by a young man who was driving his pickup truck very fast while simultaneously using his mobile phone.
“If only we’d stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.” — Edith Wharton November thirtieth. The weather report said Mendocino could expect rain tonight and for the next several days,…