Death of a coffeemaker leads brain to strike up the band
My coffeemaker died the other day. Now before you tell me that it's no big deal, let me add this: My coffeemaker died on the same exact day I woke up with a headache from drinking port wine the night before. And when I say “headache,” what I really mean is an entire high school marching band had morphed into tiny little drummers and were playing very long solos inside my head.
Are you prepared for long-term care costs?
Like everyone else, you hope to remain physically and financially independent your entire life. And you may well achieve this goal. Nonetheless, the future is not ours to see, so you’ll want to prepare yourself for as many contingencies as possible – one of which is the high cost of long-term care.
Sid saves the day after accident streak
There aren’t too many things that can make you feel worse than when you do something really, really stupid. Lately, I think I have captured first prize in the stupid competition. I can only hope that things come in groups of three and that I don’t have to worry for a while.
You’ve got your empty chairs in the middle of the road and a no-kink hose
Cruising through downtown on the way to the Times’ office, I had to wonder what visitors or newbies thought when they saw the chairs lined up in the middle of Monterey Street. “What kind of a crazy town is this?,” they must ask themselves. Well, it’s a crazy good hometown, tradition-laden-Fourth-of-July-parade-every-year town – and people come from all over to enjoy the nostalgic and patriotic feeling that comes with it. Uncle Sam would be proud of Morgan Hill.
