The World's Laziest Journalist will deliver criticism of the politicians from any party who deserve some sarcastic comments while we still can. Our trusty old, refurbished, lap top which was bought used many moons ago, is giving hints that the constant flow of harsh down-home truths (to use a Brit expression) may soon come to an abrupt end. If the laptop becomes obstreperous, there may be a week or two when the weekend round-up goes AWOL. Not to worry. We may even miss a weekly deadline by rushing off to some foreign event just for the heck of it.
This week, we would dearly have loved to go down to the Monterey Peninsula and to see and take some shots with our trusty Coolpix (lugging the Nikon F bodies and various lenses made us very sympathetic to the plight of pack mules) of the exotic classic cars that will be flooding that area this weekend.
We have read that one Ferrari may fetch more than $50 million at auction. We would like to get some photos of that vehicle. We could adopt the St. Ronald Reagan philosophy regarding the redwood trees (if you've seen one; you've seen 'em all) and run some available shots of other valuable Ferraris but that's a bit of a (auto pun alert!) cheap dodge and we won't stoop that low.
Our budget did permit a trip to San Francisco to take photos of Mrs. Doubtfire's digs, which has become the hot new tourist stop in Frisco.
For this week's closing quote we'll use a line from "The Dead Poets Society": "Carpe diem."
Now the disk jockey will play Country Joe MacDonald's "Fixing to die rag," CCR's "Run through the Jungle," and the "Apocalypse Now" soundtrack album. We have to go to "get your head right, Luke" training. Have a "Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition" type week.
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