‘Oh, lo’dy, lo’d, he’s desp’it! Do what he sayyyy, do what he sayyyy!’
Wet, chilly and highly-gothic here on California’s northern coast this Saturday evening, drizzling rain since early on, creating a sad, thoughtful sense of purpose. Surfing the news sites seeking attention for my seemingly near-insatiable, up-to-the-second addiction for current events, apparently life seemingly has flat-lined as we crawl out from under the hideous holiday season —…