The block party had been a success until everyone decided that they should do a sing-a-long; old rock and roll favorites like the Beach Boys’ “Help Me, Rhonda” and the like. No one seemed to care or understand that Chloe (pictured) really wanted to sing but could only hum along. . . . David, Sf.G.
As Lucinda watched first the male hummingbird fatten up and then the chicks getting fat and ready for the flight from Texas to South America, she wondered, why couldn’t she just negotiate a long term winter rate with Motel 6, stay the winter, and save the grueling flight over open ocean, the FARC rebels in Colombia, Hugo Chavez in Venezuela and who knew what else and the effects of global warming, and just stay home. She couldn’t help wondering what sugar laced hummingbird flatulence from those fat males was doing for global warming . . . . David, Sf.G.