Gassing up

I'm not one for conspiracy theories. Oh, no. I would never argue that falling gasoline prices in recent weeks are the result of Big Oil trying to help Republicans stay in office in Tuesday's election. And I won't predict that the prices will shoot back up after the voting's all done.

But I plan to top off my tank on Tuesday. And I suggest you do the same. Just in case.

Vote for love

Just noticed that Google Ads is putting a "Vote Yes on Proposition 8" ad on this blog. This ad does not represent my opinion. Please vote NO on Proposition 8 in tomorrow's election.

Gay people should have the same right to marry as the rest of us. Nuff said.

Autumn chill

Here's how I know it's time to go on a diet: While putting on my belt, I think, "Ooh, that buckle's cold."

I'm laying off the chocolate, immediately. Winter's coming, and I don't want icicles on my overhang. Brr.

Dog gone

Elvis has left the building.

Our beloved dog Elvis died Saturday of cancer. He'd been a part of our family for nine years, and was just the best damn dog ever. Always polite, always friendly, always happy.

Elvis starred in many of my newspaper columns over the years, and lots of readers felt that they knew him. He'll be missed.

On a happier note, the Food for Thought party last night was a huge success. I was awfully proud of Kelly and our two sons as we soldiered through, wearing our party faces on what had been a rough emotional day. Our thanks to everyone who attended and to all the volunteers whose hard work made it such a great bash.

Good rockin' tonight

All you readers in the Redding area: Don't forget that tonight is the big birthday party for Food For Thought: A News Cafe.

Kelly and Doni have cooked up some neat treats. The Jim Dyar Band will provide the entertainment. We'll have cartoonists and columnists and creative types of all stripes. Plus, go-go dancers!

Details are here.

Okay, I made up the part about the go-go dancers. But it still should be one helluva party.