Ding! Dong! The Witch Is Dead

Which old witch? The Freakazoid Bitch! She and I clashed nearly all the time, because she wasn't about doing the right thing, she simply wanted to win. She seemed to view almost every project as another opportunity to bring me to heel. I cannot tell you how ineffective that approach is with me (or most people, for that matter).

I knew last evening was her going away party. It was the coldest night of the year and I wasn't feeling well, but that's not why I didn't attend. I am very particular about who I drink with, and am too old to "go along to get along."

I didn't realize, though, that yesterday was her last day, as well! I got in today and her office is empty. No hug? No fond farewell after reliving all the good times we shared? No? Are you sure?

Thank God!

Timeless words of wisdom

"Marijuana is the flame, heroin is the fuse, LSD is the bomb. So don't try and equate liquor to marijuana, mister, not with me. You may be able to sell that jazz to another pot head, but not to somebody who holds a sick kid's head while he vomits and wretches on a curbstone at 4AM. When his legs get enough starch in them to stand up so he can empty his pockets, you can bet he will have a stick or two of marijuana. And you can double your money he'll turn up a sugar cube or a cap or two. So don't con me with your mind expansion slop. I deal with kids here every day. I try to clean up the mess people like you make out of 'em. I'm the expert here, you're not."

So sayeth Sgt. Joe Friday, superstud of the LAPD in the mid-1960s. His show, Dragnet, included a rant like this in almost every episode. If you're not familiar with it, get yourself to YouTube and enjoy!