It's all about me

You can tell a lot about people by the way they react when things don't go exactly as planned. A friend from work, Mary, and her husband, facing the Empty Nest syndrome, decided they wanted a couple of dogs for companionship, so they got a brother-sister pair of Shih Tzus, which they named Rudy and Gracie. Things began to wrong with Gracie almost immediately. After numerous trips to the vet, they learned that her kidneys never did develop properly. They spent months doing everything they could, but the battle was lost Wednesday.

Huh. I did not know. There is a Veterans Day site on the Web. At the FAQ link, I find this:

Q. Who decides if a government office or business closes or stays open on Veterans Day?

One of the great tragedies of modern life:

I love to nap. When after-lunch grogginess hits and my eyelids start to droop, nothing makes me happier than finding a comfortable spot and drifting off to sleep for half an hour.

But to my wife, my napping is the sign of a basic character flaw.

Look, I know what you're going to think, so let me make it plain: I am not AFRAID of a bunch of trick-or-treaters, OK? I know that under the costumes are just ordinary little kids, so sheltered and overprotected by their parents that they have only this one chance to get a pitiful few morsels of candy.

VACATION DIARY, PART 5: Being there

VACATION DIARY, PART 4: REAL MEN MAKE QUICHE

VACATION DIARY, PART 3: FEEL LUCKY? WELL, DO YOU, PUNK?

VACATION DIARY, PART 2: THREE LIGHTS AND COUNTING

VACATION DIARY, PART 1: IF HAMBURGERS WERE SOLD LIKE POLITICIANS

After a great deal of thought, I have also decided not to run for City Council next year. Though the landscape is littered with the names of people who are running or not running for mayor, I do believe I am the first person to declare his intentions in the council race. Perhaps this makes me worthy of some newspaper space and a little TV air time.