Edgar was certain Al Gore was wrong–in fact he was part of the problem. Yes, global warming was a man made problem, but it wasn’t industry or autos that were the cause. The lift from rising thermals over areas where politicians spewed hot air–the White House, Congress, any Governor’s Mansion, any State House or mayor’s offices or city council chambers–was significantly better than the hot air over any industrial area or freeway during rush hour. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Maurice was looking for a good IP lawyer; he wanted to sue. He had gone to the Venture Capital guys with his concept–“Flitter”–a quick wireless way for people or organizations to post short messages along with a photo. Not two weeks after he had shared his idea, along came Twitter, his idea with the name spelled differently, but definitely his idea. When the lawyers talked about some kind of settlement, Maurice told his lawyer his two favorite words were “send money”. . . . . David, Sf.G.
After a couple of beers, when the good ol’ boys would talk like good ol’ boys sometimes do, a few of his friends had gotten the impression that Joey was a bit hawkish, but the truth of the matter was, he was really a fence sitter. . . . . David, Sf.G.
While changing the radio in her car from NPR news to the old Rock and Roll station, Kelli accidentally got Rush Limbaugh, who was on a bit of a rant about the government collecting all of our phone, E-mail, and text data in an attempt to catch terrorists. It didn’t take long for a little paranoia to take root, and now she couldn’t shake the feeling, that someone–big brother–was following and watching her every move. . . . . David, Sf.G.
As little Antonio looked at the sunset, he asked his mother, “How did the sky get bruised?” . . . . David, Sf.G.
Chuckie had heard John Wayne exclaim, “We’re Burnin’ Daylight!” in a number of his movies, especially in “The Cowboys,” and always wondered what it meant. After visiting the Texas Gulf Coast, he thought he was beginning to understand . . . . . David, Sf.G.