I’m close to the basketball watching guy on my street in Kalamazoo. My thing is, I’ll mow it and I’ll rake it. I won’t do anything else. Dandelions are wild flowers.

My neighbors across the street spend a majority of their waking hours out in there yard, which is addmittedly really nice looking.

I’d missed that link from Roy’s above, somehow I didn’t note the fact that the historically confused (he’s got the wrong Ottoman attack on Vienna) Baron was leafleting people from the air. That’s kind of awesome, if crazy people in planes can be awesome.

Since the resident doyenne brought this up a few days ago, here‘s an appreciation of the man and the arms disguised as a review of the Warren Zevon book.

The reference to Linda Ronstadt interested me, since I’ve always held a grudge against her for singing Poor Poor Pitiful Me. Sorry, but that’s a quintessentially male song. It’s like Joan Baez mutilating The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down. Comparisons with Hemingway are also pretty annoying. I mean, Warren was a talented writer. Actually, comparisons of this guy to anybody are probably more odious than most comparisons are odious.