FILTHY LUCRE

Every time I see Geico's new ad campaign with the man who is made of money traveling around with his money-skin sloughing off I think to myself, "Gross!"

It must smell funny, right?  I mean he sleeps, eats, and perspires in that money-fur of his, and what of the money that flakes away from certain unmentionable regions of his corpus? That's just unhygienic.

Dingleberries?

There would be no laws against laundering this money, I can tell you that.

I'm not saying I wouldn't gather up the money shed from his body if he happened to roar past on his Harley, but I would certainly gather it into a zip lock bag, wash my hands immediately afterward and then take it to the bank straightaway to be rid of it.

When you're moving there are few things as beautiful as a sturdy cardboard box.

SNOW IN SEPTEMBER?

 Nope, it's hail. Since moving to Idyllwild I have witnessed a lot of awesome mountain thunderstorms, but in terms of sheer power and intensity this was one of the best.

Crackle-CRACK ba-ROOM! Torrential!

More water fell in a few minutes then I think I have seen all year here in Idyllwild. Just awesome!