Let me assure you this is not a traditional color of any garment, visor or cap for her to wear. I noted that it was "hideous", or words to that effect. She answered that she knew that but she only got that color to keep me from swiping it.
But to continue. A few days later came a post from my California tennis-playing friend, Tom, about a new shirt he had acquired. Stand back from your screen, folks. Here it is.
Tom noted that the color was unlike his normal colors of white or blue and he talked in this post and in this one about a certain amount of derision the shirt prompted from his playing partners.
But Tom, never one to take criticism lying down, handled himself well, I thought.
Incidentally, that visor SWMBO brought home looks even more glowing when a picture was taken with the flash on.
So never fear, Tom. If my wife is right, at least no one will steal your shirt.
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Last night and the night before were the supposed height of the meteor showers. SWMBO went out around 2 o'clock Sunday night and saw two. Last night we both went out around the same time and saw two more. I may have seen a third just as we were getting up to head back into the house to bed but it was so fast I couldn't be sure.
Suffice it to say that there is so much ground light emanating from the Phoenix metropolitan area that a meteor search is somewhat groundless (to coin a phrase). I read on Facebook that a former colleague of mine who lives in Prescott, the area we moved to Phoenix from in March, went out with his family last night and saw perhaps a hundred. Much less population there, therefore much less ground light. I wish I'd have been there.
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I was out running around at mid-day yesterday and saw a sign for Tom's Barbecue. Never one to miss some good Q I went in and had a brisket plate special with red beans and rice. Excellent. Tom's has five locations as well as operating a big pink food truck. Don't know why I didn't get a picture of that.
Later I stopped in at the local NPR radio station, KJZZ, to visit an old friend, Al Macias, who is the managing editor there. It was good to see him after all these years. After a lengthy conversation about "the good old days" when we worked together at KPNX-TV in Phoenix, he gave me a tour of the station. Quite plush and, as he noted, very quiet. Not like our old noisy newsroom. And everyone was so YOUNG!