Where Does The Time Go?– What? It’s Monday already? I’ve been buried in bristol board and notebooks for most of the last month, working on The Great American Graphic Novel, but I did take time out to celebrate Mrs. Crabb’s birthday (she’s *ahem* 39) with dinner at Kaido’s in GV, followed by a fun performance by the Second City troupe at the Center for the Arts. We are truly gifted to have such fine (and a little raunchy at times) entertainment here in the hills.
And Speaking Of Hills – Jeff P. is on a tear again over at Sierra Foothill Report, this time exposing Todd J.’s campaign contribution to congressional wannabe Doug LaMalfa. Once again, JP points out what dumb hillbillies us locals are here in his adopted home. He has made it a personal crusade to drive us on to the reservation (Lake Wildwood?) in his own version of Manifest Destiny. He also reminds us that his arch-enemy, George Rebane was once a planning commissioner during the short but fretful reign of Drew Bedwell. Somehow, the county did not turn into East LA during his term.
And Speaking Of Planning Commissioners – Congrats to regular comment contributor Brad Croul on his appointment to the Nevada City Planning Commission. Brad has a lot of experience with that body, having sheparded the beautifully restored Powell House through the minefield of Hysterical District rules and regs. Brad’s lovely spouse, the multi-talented Judith Lowry, is currently working to make the upcoming Nisenan Heritage Day (Saturday, Oct. 13, at Miner’s Foundry) an informative and entertaining reminder that there were locals before we got here and trashed the place. Long overdue. I regret that I won’t be there, having committed to attending the Alternative Press Expo in San Francisco. (So many engagements, so little time!)
And While We’re On The Subject Of San Francisco – Well, the Giants have clinched the NL West title, but the Oakland A’s are floundering in the final weeks of the season, crushing my dream of a Battle-Of-The-Bay rematch in the World Series. I guess half a there is better than no there-there.
And Finally, Speaking Of Oakland – If I didn’t know better, I’d think that Al Davis was running the Romney campaign. Of course, Big Al is dead, but maybe they got a hold of his playbook. Is it Tuesday yet?