Time is NOT relative, no matter what the wild-haired dude postulated. Time knows no limits, no restraints, time is anxious to find a finish line and cross it first. But where exactly is the finish line? And is there anything or anyone to come in second? I only wish the Powers That Be would slow time down just a little bit, say make it less fleeting, as it were. If you watch The Big Bang Theory, you'll remember the episode when Leonard, Raj and Howard get stoned and Leonard tells Raj the Earth is moving too fast and to slow it down. Raj does exactly that. I need a Raj. It's hard to believe September is just around the corner
- Did you chow down on BBQ and potato salad on the Fourth of July? Did you play hoops and watch kids go shrieking with laughter down the plastic water slides, and then night came and the clouds parted (except here in San Francisco) and you saw amazing fireworks? Here, I've got to say the chowing down was vigorous and loads of fun, and at least we had a lot of firework noise, blasting bangs seemingly out of the fog that probably drove a lot of human and animal critters wild. You remember what Mark Twain said, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." It's certainly true this summer. Sigh
- It's Outer Banks time with 40 plus members of both sides of the family -- first time traveling (and in an airplane!) for what, two years? It seems like longer since we had to cancel out last summer.
Vol. 50 No. 007
Let me get the shameless advertising out of the way so by the time you've read the newsletter, it'll be embedded in your brain and you won't even realize you've had the sneaky implant. VORTEX -- incredible cover shown below -- is the 25th FBI thriller out August 10th. There, painless, done, be sure to pre-order because that makes the publisher very happy and, well, it makes me sing a bit of opera (not from Aida).
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