I don’t usually agree with Josh Marshall …

… but the man knows how to write. “Everything changes. Everything.” is a fantastic post about his search for a dented light pole in the Southern California town where he grew up. He writes:

Twenty-two years ago, late in the evening one night in March of 1981, to be specific, my mother was killed in an auto accident on Foothill Boulevard in a town called Claremont. This was one town over from ours. She was on her way home. She was killed instantly — at least in every meaningful sense of the word. And the impact of her car left a softball-sized dent in the foot-thick metal pole that held up the street lights at the intersection where she died.

Read it all. I wish I could write that well.

Now that’s one spunky pup

The (Beckley, W.Va.) Register-Herald is all over this story:

Since there’s no veterinary clinic on Stanaford Road, an injured dog opted for the next best thing — a hospital for humans.

The black lab mixed breed, apparently hit by a car about 10:30 p.m. on the Fourth of July, limped up to the sliding glass doors at the front of Beckley Appalachian Regional Hospital. The canine triggered the automatic sensors and sought help in the hallway between Admissions and the pharmacy.

All righty, then.

I bought a copy of RedEye yesterday

That’s right, I actually paid 25 cents for Tribune Jr., aka News for Dummies.

The situation was this: I was walking Sportoboy and he did something I did not expect him to do. That is, I was unprepared — and so did not have the customary plastic bag in my back pocket for scoopage purposes.

Fortunately, Sporto did his business not too far from a RedEye box — you know, the obnoxious red boxes with the big ball on top; I guess that’s an eye, I don’t know.

The cover of the tabloid suited my scoopage purposes just fine, thank you very much. RedEye may not be better than looking out the window, but it’s better than getting yelled at by an angry neighbor.