Redbud trees don’t age well, unless you like the way they age — they get gnarled, lose branches here, sprout them there. When you get a really old one like this, you sometimes see this spring phenomenon, where the flowers crawl all over the trunk like fungus and it looks, well, really cool.
Redbuds are the reason spring was invented. Rah, redbuds.
Yesterday was a beautiful day, the sort of day where not going outside to enjoy it is, in many states, a felony. Certainly I wasn’t going to risk prosecution, so I went down to the library to replenish my reading material, and to pick up some books on furniture refinishing. (I have a project in mind. Yes, I’m sure it’ll be exhaustively covered here.) I chose, even though it wasn’t exactly right for my purposes, “The Furniture Guys Book” because I fondly remember watching Joe and Ed with Alan, early in our marriage. Where did they go? I never see them on TV now.
And then there was the interview with them on “Whaddaya Know?” which was one of the funniest I’ve ever heard on public radio. The part about Dean Johnson and his serial TV wives was one for the ages. (“You know why he’s always building those decks with poured-concrete foundations, don’t you? He needs a place to hide the bodies. This guy is, like, the O.J. Simpson of the home-improvement circuit.”)
OK, some bloggage:
The former mayor of Fort Wayne is headed to Washington, where he’ll lead the Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence and the Brady Center. Hearty congratulations to you, Paul. I get the feeling he’s been looking for the next thing for a while, and if he had to find it outside of the Fort, well, he’s not the only one. Helmke served three terms as mayor, governing as a moderate Republican in a decidely immoderate place. I’m sure this news will be greeted the way it generally is there, with nasty remarks about good riddance and prying guns out of cold, dead fingers. Oh, wait, here’s one now:
Paul Helmke is a perfect example of why the freedom loving citizens of Allen County do not wish to be governed by the same people who rule Fort Wayne.
“Rule.” Gotta love that. The city cries out under the grinding bootheel of a self-described “Bob Taft Republican” (not that one, this one) while the “freedom-loving citizens” of the county preserve their rights to do…whatever. Avoid being annexed, I suspect.
The last couple of days I’ve been pricing new cell phones, trying to avoid re-upping for another two-year contract and wondering if I really need a pink Razr, or just want it. Well, whatever I do, better add a hands-free headset. Detroit is banning talking-while-driving, unless you have both hands on the wheel.
What a concept.