It's not the size of the dog in the fight; it's the size of the fight in the dog.
~ Mark Twain
SWITCHING CHANNELS
ELLIE SEARL
Sometimes my husband speaks from brain quarks. The other day, as we drove past the hideous concrete landscape of strip malls, auto dealerships, and fast food restaurants, Ed said something unintelligible to me in a nasally, Mr. Peavey voice. I thought he was referring to the ugliness.
“Huh?”
I expected him to say something funny about obese alley – those side-by-side hip packers: Taco Bell, McDonald’s, and Burger King.
"I'm channeling Harrison Ford," he said.
I took a beat to reconnoiter. "Yeah, right,” I said. “Harrison Ford. A dweeb." MORE . . .
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UNFINISHED BUSINESS
CAROLYN B HEALY
As soon as we landed in Christchurch, New Zealand our group of 44 piled into a luxury bus equipped with soft seats in a flashy fabric and a bathroom. We met our driver Malcolm, a strapping blonde gent who over the next week was to narrate our way across his country. You could quickly see that Malcolm was not a chatterbox, but one of those folks who was worth listening to when he spoke.
It was January 22, 2011. He loaded our bags and we headed out of the airport on the exit lane. As he approached the traffic circle that would lead us to town, there was a loud clunk and we stopped dead. He shifted, and tried and this and that, but there we sat. His jaw twitched, he traded a couple of quiet comments with Mark, our cheerful guide, and got on the phone. MORE . . .
