Shoot. I've been calling it "corn"

Don't look like a square.

Series of Weird Events on the Way Home

1. While on Metro, a group of high school age kids were doing what, well, high school kids do: having fun, laughing, talking loud. Burger King this, Ipod that. Maybe on some other day it would have bothered me, but it didn't bother me today.
But it was bothering most of the uptight white folk on my train. At one point, an especially squirrelly, balding, bespectacled doofus, who had already turned and glared at them, finally had enough and clapped his hands like a school librarian and meekly yelled, hey, you in the back, clap clap.
The kids didn't even notice him.
I wonder if he would have been so bold and/or irate if he was on the green line.
I gave him the stare. Fool.

2. On the same train, I spotted former Senator, Presidential candidate, and Cabinet member Bruce Babbitt riding and reading, apparently undisturbed by the hgh school fun. I confirmed his identity by his right ear.

3. Once off the train, I found a brand new baseball on 44th Street.

4. After picking up the baseball, a young girl in tight shorts starting yelling at me. I thought it was about the ball. No. She said she was cheering for dollars for Alice Deal Junior High and would jump, yell, or cheer for donations. I gave her a dollar and told her to skip the effort part.

Go West

I've been superbusy getting ready for this dang meeting in San Diego. I'm leaving tomorrow and won't be back for a week or so.
I feel like I am walking into the Gates of Hell.
It'll all be over soon, right?