I sit here on the eve of the end of this phase of the Maya calendar and wonder-- if the world ends, so what? I just had one of the best weeks of my life. My time on earth may be complete.
Friday, I enjoyed Kinky Friedman singing and reading from his latest book at McCabe's in Santa Monica.
Among other things, he unkindly remarked that people like Ellen and me, who still enjoy music of the 70s are "insects trapped in amber." Aw gee, what does he know anyway?
A few nights later, I biked to two spectacular fireworks shows on the same night in Manhattan Beach. One was a holiday show, the other celebrated the 100th birthday of Manhattan Beach.
Does it get much better than that for a fireworks freak like me? I'm afraid not.
Mayas~ let the apocalypse begin!